I was told cows do this to say warm.
Why would a cow be on a Beemer in what loos like a apartment complex?
Posted on 01/03/2013 6:36:29 PM PST by BenLurkin
Groan...
I was told cows do this to say warm.
Why would a cow be on a Beemer in what loos like a apartment complex?
Two words:
Catz
Take a look at the picture at post 2002, can a cow crawl onto a car hood to get warm?
This plan is becoming more and more layered.
Add a couple of Carrots and the whole soup will be complete.
Lord Blackadder will be so pleased to see things are stewing properly.
So who did write Shakespeare's plays, that where performed at The Globe?
Wouldn’t the car hood collapse, surely.
I thought they were bonnets over there... ??
Some machines take a lot of winding.
Whoa! Decent list, is right. I just printed it for future reference.
That’s prolly it.
Ummer-bay!!!
So, is it my imagination or are most of the people agitating for gun control laws lawyers?
Maybe it’s a survival issue.
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A stick.
That one always cracks me up.
Throwing sticks don't come back but they sure do smart
The Un’nions had planned an invasion of Ea’rth. But first they needed a staging point that would nourish their floral bodies. They chose an insignificant black dirt community in southern New York that suited their needs, then the invasion began...
At first, no-one noticed the bulbous invaders resting in the dirt. Awaiting the signal from Tan-en-baum, their leader, to awake and begin converting the native species to fertilizer. One by one, the farmers disappeared. But then, Ortho came up with a better nutrient for the native bulbs.... And the Un’nions became overfed and went comatose. And the Orthos were the only ones who knew about the invaders..... and smiled as they ate their hamburgers with onions....
Hamburgers with onions ping.
“What happened to us?” K’Fpling asked, shaking his head and looking out the window at a passing cloud of s’pang engulfed a small t’zord and began to digest it. “We used to be a race of conquerors. We had drive and ambition. We moved so rapidly across the galaxy that even warrior races were stunned. Now I can’t even get a re-charge for my weapon without filling out a form in triplicate and justifying the drain from my last charge.”
Z’poor shook her head. “We never should have invaded Earth,” she replied. “We thought they were just another conquered race, a being we could bring back to the capital to serve at our whim. We never knew how insidious their disease of ‘bureaucracy’ could be, how it could completely infiltrate every level of our society before we even knew what it was. We have not conquered them. We have become them.”
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