It's better to seen and not herd.
Whinnying, mooing, nickering, honking, heehawing, bleating, baying, bellowing, neighing, bawling, caterwauling, baaing, snorting and hooting.
Turn the udder cheek and moo-ve on!
Then the welcome wagon rep showed up.
"Howdy Neighbor!" he said "I may look dumb, but I been to cowlege where I studied Moosic, Phycowlogy and Cowculus. Now I'm a baker by trade. I make cow pies daily."
I have to go now. See that coffee colored cow?
She's about to give birth and be de-calf-enated.
I have to calm her down.
If she jumps over the barbed wire fence, it will be udder destruction!
A man staggers into the emergency room with a concussion, multiple bruises, and a golf club wrapped around his neck. The doctor asked him "What happened to you?"
"Well, it was like this" said the man. "I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole, we both sliced our balls into a pasture of cows. We went to look for them. My wife has pink monogrammed golf balls and mine are white with my initials. While I was rooting around I noticed that one of the cows had something round and pink sticking out it's rear end. I walked over lifting up the tail, and sure enough, there was a pink golf ball stuck smack dab in the middle of the cow's butt. That's when I made my near fatal mistake."
"That cow attacked you?" asked the doctor.
"Um... no" replied the man.
"While lifting up the cow's tail, I pointed, and yelled to my wife on the other side of the pasture, Honey! This looks like yours!"
And that's no bull...
I woke up in a great mooo-d.
Time to cow-nt my udder blessings.
Life at this Florida RV park in a rural setting is special indeed.
I guess I've milked this subject for all it's worth. I hope you found this a-moo-sing.
Y'all come back now! Ya hear?
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