Awww, ain't that just thweeeet!

My uncle (and I use the term loosely) used to have a small dairy farm.

One of the very few memories that I have of that place is the time when he took us out to view the two-headed calf (stillborn, of course).

I don't think that I've ever seen that cantankerous, illiterate blowhard so joyful. Ever.

Small wonder the dairy didn't make it.

If he'd had half a brain, he'd have PICKLED that bastard and sold tickets!
Anntichrist S. Coulter | 12.29.04 - 10:46 pm | #