Bez__
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Been away for bit - doing some light traveling.
Got a call today from some wannabe farmer type that talks with a funny accent and runs a store and sells roofing materials. He lives in one of those hot States and does not know what snow is.
He gave me a bit of a rough ride - as only some of those dam
ed southerner types can do - about my wife's bull - that I call Hussein O.
He actually told me that even though my wife bought Hussein O - because it was on the farm I owned it as well!
The conversation went down hill a bit from that point on.
While I am sure it was supposed to be a friendly call - it did get a little rough when he started calling me a turn coat - so I cussed him out a bit and told him he needed to get a bit of a clue about how red and white do not swim every day in the pond - they eat and they grow.
He got a bit huffy with me - so it is probably better that he called me from his office - obviously his job is far less demanding than mine because he actually has time to call folks and insult them to boot!
After we got off the telephone with him, I realized that the black POS that is locked in the pen is probably going to be doing some breeding of red and white cows on the place. I cannot fight this as I cannot afford to pay the old girl - who I have been supporting for so many years - her share of the farm.
Anyone tells her I said this and I will hunt you down!
Seeing as the gal that bought him has been married to me for more than 35 years I am unable to trade her off.
So I have to suck it up and admit to it.
I know there will be some folks here who tell me it is a good move (not to keep the wife, but to have a black bull) and I know some folks here will get a bit of a kick out of the personal angst I have been going through.
However I can promise that you will never see a pic of the calves born out of Hussein O - they will simply go straight to where they should go - the slaughter house.
So after some thought and a pretty heated argument and some serious insults from that southern roofer type guy - I have decided to give in - but just a little bit.
So I will tell it straight and I will tell it true - much like AA - I now will stand up and publicly say it:
"My name is Bez__ and I own a black bull."
May God help me
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Been away for bit - doing some light traveling.
Got a call today from some wannabe farmer type that talks with a funny accent and runs a store and sells roofing materials. He lives in one of those hot States and does not know what snow is.
He gave me a bit of a rough ride - as only some of those dam
ed southerner types can do - about my wife's bull - that I call Hussein O. He actually told me that even though my wife bought Hussein O - because it was on the farm I owned it as well!
The conversation went down hill a bit from that point on.
While I am sure it was supposed to be a friendly call - it did get a little rough when he started calling me a turn coat - so I cussed him out a bit and told him he needed to get a bit of a clue about how red and white do not swim every day in the pond - they eat and they grow.
He got a bit huffy with me - so it is probably better that he called me from his office - obviously his job is far less demanding than mine because he actually has time to call folks and insult them to boot!
After we got off the telephone with him, I realized that the black POS that is locked in the pen is probably going to be doing some breeding of red and white cows on the place. I cannot fight this as I cannot afford to pay the old girl - who I have been supporting for so many years - her share of the farm.
Anyone tells her I said this and I will hunt you down!
Seeing as the gal that bought him has been married to me for more than 35 years I am unable to trade her off.
So I have to suck it up and admit to it.
I know there will be some folks here who tell me it is a good move (not to keep the wife, but to have a black bull) and I know some folks here will get a bit of a kick out of the personal angst I have been going through.
However I can promise that you will never see a pic of the calves born out of Hussein O - they will simply go straight to where they should go - the slaughter house.
So after some thought and a pretty heated argument and some serious insults from that southern roofer type guy - I have decided to give in - but just a little bit.
So I will tell it straight and I will tell it true - much like AA - I now will stand up and publicly say it:
"My name is Bez__ and I own a black bull."
May God help me
