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Passing through.
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Check your calender. It's coming up. Well, check the Humane Society Calender.
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| What ever is the matter, Chauncy? | |
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| I've just had an extreme moment of self-awareness. | |
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| Yes. It is as if a switch has clicked in my brain and has made me completely self aware. As if a thousand thoughts have suddenly entered my brain. I'm overwhelmed. | |
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| Perhaps some cud and some ruminating are in order. | |
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| Time for your daily milkin', Bessy. | |
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| You shall do no such thing, you buck-toothed, inbred, hebetudinous bumpkin. No longer will you touch my sensitive areas--- | |
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| Of course I can talk. I can think and I can blow a rape whistle. Now, where is that confounded thing? Ah yes, here it is. Tooooooooot! Tooooooot! | |
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| Where the heck did she find a whistle? | |
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| Tooooooot! Tooooooot! I found it in a pile of poop in the back 40. Evidently I must have eaten it at some point. Now if you'll excuse me...Tooooooot! Tooooooot! | |
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| This is the dadgummest week I've ever had. | |
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| What's wrong, Farmer Bob? | |
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| All da' animals is talking to me and yellin' at me and be all kinds of ornery. | |
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| Gosh, that sounds terrible. You know what might make you feel better? Sausage. Doesn't that sound good? Mmm-mmm. Some bacon or some ribs or something like that. That sounds gooooood to me. | |
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| Henh, you're, uh, you're kind of weirdin' me, Piglet, henh.... | |
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| Oh, I'm sorry, Farmer Bob. I don't mean to 'weird you'. Maybe if we cut off your feet and soaked them in some weird red liquid, that'd make YOU feel better. Or fried your skin and ate it like chips. | |
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| Farmer, farmer! Come quick! A spider has spun a web in the barn and it says "What a pig!" | |
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| Dadgum, this is gonna be jus' like Charlotte's Web! | |
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| I'm wanderin' around the barn but I don't see no spider webs or girly spiders or "Terrific Pig" or nunna that shit. | |
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| Hello, Farmer. So glad that we could have this little tete-a-tete. I wish to discuss with you the little matter of my testicles. Morphology? Longevity? Incept dates? | |
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| Heh-heh...I...I just, um, had 'em removed, puppy, I thought, uh, I thought it wuz for the best... | |
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| It's time to settle up, Farmer. All the slaughering, all the milking, all the eating of the chicken's children. It ends today, Farmer. | |
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| This is queerist week I ever had. | |
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| Prepare to die, Mr Farmer. Mooove on, mooooo..ve on...mooooooooo. Moooo...... | |
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| Oh, man, Animal Awareness Week is over. That was a close 'un. | |
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| Phew, I'm been avoidin' you all week, mr. sheep. | |
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--- Peeing sitting down is the gift you give yourself.
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