My sister used to own cows. Their names were Elsie, Chelsea, Reba...and, uh, those are the only names I can remember. She loved them. I went inside their fence once, but they didn't like me and chased me away. And I ruined a perfectly nice pair of shoes to be treated like that. But if the cows had been happy like the ones in harris' avatar, it wouldn've been totally worth the ruined shoes.
My sister later moved to the beach and had to get rid of her cows. She got a lab instead.
Why do I feel like I should sign this "love carla"?
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.
"All the while making faces like a baby platypus who forget to take some Beano before eating a chimichanga." FindingNamo in reference to Jessica Simpson's singing.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.