but then I hit the wrong button and here they are,
without my permission.
So make up your own story.
About vats of manure, cowboys with fancy equipment and little boys locked in backs of pickup trucks.
Please make sure to mention something about big, muscled necks that might be a little red and little fair ones that beg to be kissed.
Use your imagination with this one.
And realized all cows are not treated equally around here. The scarlet letters are reserved for those with less than competent mothering skills.
And her? Well, sometimes it doesn't pay to stand by your friends.