“How now, brown cow!”
It was funny how Melisa always seemed to bring up the most random things, even in the most awkward of situations.
“Enlighten me, what are you thinking of, oh great one?”
“Right now? Oh, just how it’s impossible to get chocolate sauce out of a white T-shirt.”
THe cow to me asking questions regarding its future. I drew a blank because my feelings fior the cow out weighed my ability to foresee what lie ahead for it.
Moo Moo, Brown Cow. I love milk from Brown Cows. Without Cows, There;’d be no steaks on earth. The earth feeds cows
What do cows drink??? Moo! Moo Moo!!! Milk, No. Cows drink water dumbass.
I think about sitting in the kitchen, wicker chairs; sharing pancakes on a glowing morning with you, pictures of farm animals on the wall. It’s something like a scene my mother painted, which seems like a bad thing, but a comfort. I want my own home, with you.
Cows signify everything that went wrong in my life to me. That one moment where he said, “Matthew married Stephanie,” I could feel everything crashing down. It was like watching your favorite restaurant putting a for sale sign up- you feel this sinking feeling in your gut. It was reminiscent of when I found out that cosmoGIRL was ending with it’s December 2008 issue, which may come as news to some of you.
But it didn’t stop there. “And they had a child named…Gaylord Focker!” Despite the amusing thoughts of Matthew having a child named Gaylord Focker, the thought of him with any girl besides me was so lung crushing that I thought I was going to cry right there, sitting on a cold bench outside of Matthew’s house watching him sit in the trunk of his car while BJ attempted to tackle my best friend to the floor while she played baseball and Marissa laughed every time somebody cursed.
Then, it just continued. “What would I name my cow?” “Moo focker!” And I didn’t laugh. It was hilarious- a you had to be there moment for everyone who isn’t laughing right now- but I didn’t laugh. I didn’t laugh because the only thing I could process was Stephanie, and how I hated and envied that girl more than any teenage girl is capable of hating and envying another girl, and even if Matthew doesn’t like her and BJ was just messing with us when he said that- it kills me. And now, thanks to that moment, I can’t look at those cows I always drive by on my way home without sniffing a little.
cows moo cows reproduce cows create methane cows create milk cows lick salt cows provide nutrients coes feed animals cows are income cows are a species cows are murdered cows are awsome
nice creatures. under appreciated. their pleasant nature is ignored for their yummi-ness. Their milk is given to the young human race, with terrible side effects!
moo spoted fat animal that gives the best drink in the world and is actually a beautiful peaceful animal, when I was little I thought brown cows made chocolate milk.
They’re treated poorly, cows are, but who cares? A have a friend who, when discussing cruelty to animals simply says, “It’s our food!” and dismisses the topic. I don’t know. Maybe if they’ve truly suffered at the hands of the first world, they will be reincarnated in India. Or become Kobe.
It wouldn’t tip. We pushed and pushed, running from further away each time; it munched and munched, the bell around the neck only sounding when the head came down and twisted to tear the grass.
Its head slowly rose in its lethargic, uncaring manner, staring into an incomprehensible new world. City roads paved over the natural earthen trails; stocky SUV’s cover the concrete meadow like the ancient buffalo and deer.
Big green it’s a hideous thing gives milk but fatty milk agh milk i drink milk it is tasty and sweet it gives you big bones and strong and fights off osteoperosis and cows give meat in many great forms like steak and ground beef and hoof if you’re so inclined some cows are spotted and some cows are read and some cows have large horns jutting out from their heads that reminds of a picture to which i was privy in which it was lots of horns
Mother Cow disappeared under rather mysterious circumstances. Could it be that she just hated the MN winters and headed for the West Coast to join those other “Happy Cows”? Was there anything to the barnyard gossip that suggested she might be having an affair, escaping the travails of motherhood to be with her bull-amour?
Quite possibly she was just not fit to be a mother. Oh, well ! Whatever ! Poor little dogie became a ward of the state and ever after had the cow-pie kicked out of him because he was a cow-ward.
a cow got a good fucking when it met her mate donkey and they realize they can fuck all they want because he cannot make her pregnant…ever!I think that would be so awsome to see if a slut of a woman that has 7 kids should be fucked by a kangaroo or a monkey right?
“you fucking cow” he screamed. He knew that would get her. He knew that was the on thing he could say that would piss her off. And after all, that what this was about, pissing her off. Didn’t she deserve it?
“How can you say that you wank? It’s your fault after all. It wasn’t my idea to do this. ‘have a threesome’ you said. It will be fun’ you said. Well how much fun are you having now?”
On some deep level that he wasn’t ready to plumb, he knew she had a point. But up here on the surface, the anger felt good, it felt right. He felt justified. Sure, he wanted the threesome but he never thought about her getting off on the other chick. He never realized that she’d get into it as much as she did. He never thought that she’d enjoy what the other chick brought to the table more than he did.
“You’re just jealous.”
“That’s bullshit.
“Oh yeah? Then why you acting like such a ponce? You’re just mad because I came with her instead of you.”
Again he could feel that level deep down, but he fought it, like a drowning man, he fought it. He could just accept it and breath in the water and all the pain would be over. But instead he thrashed and flailed, wasting what little precious oxygen he had left.
He had no words. The thrashing took hold in his mind but he had no words. As he sunk deeper he watched her walk away.
His last though was a realization. The realization was actually written on the cheezy fortune cookie he had earlier that night. Before things got out of control they played that game where they all read their fortunes out loud. At the time his fortune seemed to suggest that he was going to get what he wanted.
Now he heard those words in his head again but they seemed to suggest something completely different. Something much more poignant.
The four legged beast chews its cud. It stumbles around a patch of green. It takes a crap. The feces plops onto the ground. Suddenly, the cow snarls in pain. The brand had burned its skin. The letter: a backwards ‘B’. No doubt a McCain supporter had gotten to the farm early.
there was a cow chewing her cud. she threw it up and chewed it again. she is recycling and providing food for people. no wonder indians worship her. she is awesome. she is an example of the world.
The cow didn’t want to cooperate. I stared at it for a few seconds, wondering what to do. It just didn’t want to budge. I had a mission and it looked like I was going to fail.
my favorite thing to do when driving is to pass by a pasture full of cows. i freaked out the guy i was dating one day, when, passing a group of cows, i interrupted our conversation and started yelling, ‘mooooooo! mooooooooo cow! moooooooooo!’ he looked at me like i was crazy. it was then that i knew we would never work out.
there are many cows were i come from living in the outer reaching hills on the way towards fairfield. sometimes i wonder about them, and the farmers that own them i am jealous of the beautiful land they own. i wish i was a part.
one word is all it takes to change the world, how you feel, and what you think. one word is all it takes to change your or someone’s future. using one wrong word can do the same as well. pick every single word carefully in your life.
your such a cow, you cant dance on your toes at all!? you just clomp around and look like a mess.
Hey, that mess is starting to piece together…
Hey, I think you got something there…
We’ll call it hip-hop!
Cows are boring animals. All they do is stand in a field all day just eating grass. Then we kill them for meat. Why cows? Why not…oh I don’t know…wild boars? That would be interesting.
How now, brown cow? Not too well if you are being used by humans for factory farming. Humans abuse cows for food, abuse the planet by eating foods dependent on fossil fuels, and abuse their bodies by eating hormones, antibiotics, and leftover pesticides in meat. Go veg!
cows like to eat grass and are essential for people because they produce milk which is healthy and promotes bone growth. Cows also produce beef which is high in protein and good for athletes. Cows are usually raised in pastures called ranches.
“Hello cow”
“Well don’t gimme that look…”
the cow stared blankly at the alien.
“What, have you never seen an alien before?”
The cow seemed to raise what could possibly be her eyebrows. “Mooo.”
“Well.” the alien paused, “It seems there isn’t any inteligent life here.”
He walked away leaving the cow to ponder what she would say to the next alien.
How now brown cow, eating your cud while your mouth moves in a rhythmic circle. Mooing and grunting and letting everyone know that you are aware of them too.
You are not just a big blog of flesh to be sliced and diced upon someone’s plate. You have utters by george. You have a place in the pasture and a place on the earth.
mooo. i think about grass, yes i do.
cows are great, all kinds. black and white, brown. they make milk, of course they do. i like milk. they eat grass, i think. milk/cows/grass/colors/moo. cows live on farms, most of the time.
Have a cow now, why don’t ya? He screamed in her face. God! You always do this! I mess up once, just once, and you go like I’ve killed someone. It’s not my fault. I don’t like doing this. I’m an addict, ok?
Cows are amazing. They give us so much! Meat, milk, leather. I am personally against eating meat though. Have you ever wanted to go cow tipping? I haven’t. It just seems mean. I do like milk though, a lot. I love cows. I really do. Moo??
Perhaps the farmer had figured it all out. Perhaps he’d never know, though. Never fully comprehend the tretchery, vileness of the creatures he milked daily…those….COWS!!!
The cows lay in the field, aware of the man striding purposefully along the boundary, keeping close in to the shadowing green of the hedgerow. He disturbed a nesting buzzard as he went, but the cows took little notice. He was of no consequence to them.
it’s my birthday it’s my birthday couldn’t you tell that when i turned seventeen i was crying
“How now, brown cow!”
It was funny how Melisa always seemed to bring up the most random things, even in the most awkward of situations.
“Enlighten me, what are you thinking of, oh great one?”
“Right now? Oh, just how it’s impossible to get chocolate sauce out of a white T-shirt.”
THe cow to me asking questions regarding its future. I drew a blank because my feelings fior the cow out weighed my ability to foresee what lie ahead for it.
Moo Moo, Brown Cow. I love milk from Brown Cows. Without Cows, There;’d be no steaks on earth. The earth feeds cows
What do cows drink??? Moo! Moo Moo!!! Milk, No. Cows drink water dumbass.
I think about sitting in the kitchen, wicker chairs; sharing pancakes on a glowing morning with you, pictures of farm animals on the wall. It’s something like a scene my mother painted, which seems like a bad thing, but a comfort. I want my own home, with you.
Cows signify everything that went wrong in my life to me. That one moment where he said, “Matthew married Stephanie,” I could feel everything crashing down. It was like watching your favorite restaurant putting a for sale sign up- you feel this sinking feeling in your gut. It was reminiscent of when I found out that cosmoGIRL was ending with it’s December 2008 issue, which may come as news to some of you.
But it didn’t stop there. “And they had a child named…Gaylord Focker!” Despite the amusing thoughts of Matthew having a child named Gaylord Focker, the thought of him with any girl besides me was so lung crushing that I thought I was going to cry right there, sitting on a cold bench outside of Matthew’s house watching him sit in the trunk of his car while BJ attempted to tackle my best friend to the floor while she played baseball and Marissa laughed every time somebody cursed.
Then, it just continued. “What would I name my cow?” “Moo focker!” And I didn’t laugh. It was hilarious- a you had to be there moment for everyone who isn’t laughing right now- but I didn’t laugh. I didn’t laugh because the only thing I could process was Stephanie, and how I hated and envied that girl more than any teenage girl is capable of hating and envying another girl, and even if Matthew doesn’t like her and BJ was just messing with us when he said that- it kills me. And now, thanks to that moment, I can’t look at those cows I always drive by on my way home without sniffing a little.
in a field, black and white, moo eating grass farm ,milk
cows moo cows reproduce cows create methane cows create milk cows lick salt cows provide nutrients coes feed animals cows are income cows are a species cows are murdered cows are awsome
nice creatures. under appreciated. their pleasant nature is ignored for their yummi-ness. Their milk is given to the young human race, with terrible side effects!
moo spoted fat animal that gives the best drink in the world and is actually a beautiful peaceful animal, when I was little I thought brown cows made chocolate milk.
They’re treated poorly, cows are, but who cares? A have a friend who, when discussing cruelty to animals simply says, “It’s our food!” and dismisses the topic. I don’t know. Maybe if they’ve truly suffered at the hands of the first world, they will be reincarnated in India. Or become Kobe.
It wouldn’t tip. We pushed and pushed, running from further away each time; it munched and munched, the bell around the neck only sounding when the head came down and twisted to tear the grass.
Its head slowly rose in its lethargic, uncaring manner, staring into an incomprehensible new world. City roads paved over the natural earthen trails; stocky SUV’s cover the concrete meadow like the ancient buffalo and deer.
Big green it’s a hideous thing gives milk but fatty milk agh milk i drink milk it is tasty and sweet it gives you big bones and strong and fights off osteoperosis and cows give meat in many great forms like steak and ground beef and hoof if you’re so inclined some cows are spotted and some cows are read and some cows have large horns jutting out from their heads that reminds of a picture to which i was privy in which it was lots of horns
My mom has this thing for cows. She collects them more than anything. It’s been years and I’m still not sure why. Before this, she collected apples.
Mother Cow disappeared under rather mysterious circumstances. Could it be that she just hated the MN winters and headed for the West Coast to join those other “Happy Cows”? Was there anything to the barnyard gossip that suggested she might be having an affair, escaping the travails of motherhood to be with her bull-amour?
Quite possibly she was just not fit to be a mother. Oh, well ! Whatever ! Poor little dogie became a ward of the state and ever after had the cow-pie kicked out of him because he was a cow-ward.
a cow got a good fucking when it met her mate donkey and they realize they can fuck all they want because he cannot make her pregnant…ever!I think that would be so awsome to see if a slut of a woman that has 7 kids should be fucked by a kangaroo or a monkey right?
“you fucking cow” he screamed. He knew that would get her. He knew that was the on thing he could say that would piss her off. And after all, that what this was about, pissing her off. Didn’t she deserve it?
“How can you say that you wank? It’s your fault after all. It wasn’t my idea to do this. ‘have a threesome’ you said. It will be fun’ you said. Well how much fun are you having now?”
On some deep level that he wasn’t ready to plumb, he knew she had a point. But up here on the surface, the anger felt good, it felt right. He felt justified. Sure, he wanted the threesome but he never thought about her getting off on the other chick. He never realized that she’d get into it as much as she did. He never thought that she’d enjoy what the other chick brought to the table more than he did.
“You’re just jealous.”
“That’s bullshit.
“Oh yeah? Then why you acting like such a ponce? You’re just mad because I came with her instead of you.”
Again he could feel that level deep down, but he fought it, like a drowning man, he fought it. He could just accept it and breath in the water and all the pain would be over. But instead he thrashed and flailed, wasting what little precious oxygen he had left.
He had no words. The thrashing took hold in his mind but he had no words. As he sunk deeper he watched her walk away.
His last though was a realization. The realization was actually written on the cheezy fortune cookie he had earlier that night. Before things got out of control they played that game where they all read their fortunes out loud. At the time his fortune seemed to suggest that he was going to get what he wanted.
Now he heard those words in his head again but they seemed to suggest something completely different. Something much more poignant.
‘Be careful what you wish for.’
The four legged beast chews its cud. It stumbles around a patch of green. It takes a crap. The feces plops onto the ground. Suddenly, the cow snarls in pain. The brand had burned its skin. The letter: a backwards ‘B’. No doubt a McCain supporter had gotten to the farm early.
there was a cow chewing her cud. she threw it up and chewed it again. she is recycling and providing food for people. no wonder indians worship her. she is awesome. she is an example of the world.
The cow didn’t want to cooperate. I stared at it for a few seconds, wondering what to do. It just didn’t want to budge. I had a mission and it looked like I was going to fail.
colwets, cowlings, cowards, cowrots, cowtowed, cowlars, cowl on phone, cowdless phone, cowld you pass the butter?
my favorite thing to do when driving is to pass by a pasture full of cows. i freaked out the guy i was dating one day, when, passing a group of cows, i interrupted our conversation and started yelling, ‘mooooooo! mooooooooo cow! moooooooooo!’ he looked at me like i was crazy. it was then that i knew we would never work out.
there are many cows were i come from living in the outer reaching hills on the way towards fairfield. sometimes i wonder about them, and the farmers that own them i am jealous of the beautiful land they own. i wish i was a part.
one word is all it takes to change the world, how you feel, and what you think. one word is all it takes to change your or someone’s future. using one wrong word can do the same as well. pick every single word carefully in your life.
fat colors black white grass moo big milk loud cute baby cows calves udder hoofs hills eat milky bucket barn fence farm animals food meat
your such a cow, you cant dance on your toes at all!? you just clomp around and look like a mess.
Hey, that mess is starting to piece together…
Hey, I think you got something there…
We’ll call it hip-hop!
Cows are boring animals. All they do is stand in a field all day just eating grass. Then we kill them for meat. Why cows? Why not…oh I don’t know…wild boars? That would be interesting.
cow chewing clover
a nice bit of lunch today
hope it was lucky
How now, brown cow? Not too well if you are being used by humans for factory farming. Humans abuse cows for food, abuse the planet by eating foods dependent on fossil fuels, and abuse their bodies by eating hormones, antibiotics, and leftover pesticides in meat. Go veg!
cows like to eat grass and are essential for people because they produce milk which is healthy and promotes bone growth. Cows also produce beef which is high in protein and good for athletes. Cows are usually raised in pastures called ranches.
is this like the only word they have? really really?
“Hello cow”
“Well don’t gimme that look…”
the cow stared blankly at the alien.
“What, have you never seen an alien before?”
The cow seemed to raise what could possibly be her eyebrows. “Mooo.”
“Well.” the alien paused, “It seems there isn’t any inteligent life here.”
He walked away leaving the cow to ponder what she would say to the next alien.
How now brown cow, eating your cud while your mouth moves in a rhythmic circle. Mooing and grunting and letting everyone know that you are aware of them too.
You are not just a big blog of flesh to be sliced and diced upon someone’s plate. You have utters by george. You have a place in the pasture and a place on the earth.
mooo. i think about grass, yes i do.
cows are great, all kinds. black and white, brown. they make milk, of course they do. i like milk. they eat grass, i think. milk/cows/grass/colors/moo. cows live on farms, most of the time.
Have a cow now, why don’t ya? He screamed in her face. God! You always do this! I mess up once, just once, and you go like I’ve killed someone. It’s not my fault. I don’t like doing this. I’m an addict, ok?
Cows are amazing. They give us so much! Meat, milk, leather. I am personally against eating meat though. Have you ever wanted to go cow tipping? I haven’t. It just seems mean. I do like milk though, a lot. I love cows. I really do. Moo??
“Dont have a cow!” he growled at her, rolling his eyes and wondering why he was even bothering. It wasnt like she could even understand him.
She continued to wail, launching into pitfull of tears. Being a baby was no fun work.
Perhaps the farmer had figured it all out. Perhaps he’d never know, though. Never fully comprehend the tretchery, vileness of the creatures he milked daily…those….COWS!!!
For they were UP to something, indeed…..
The cows lay in the field, aware of the man striding purposefully along the boundary, keeping close in to the shadowing green of the hedgerow. He disturbed a nesting buzzard as he went, but the cows took little notice. He was of no consequence to them.