I have a beef with the direction this thread is taking. Why is the herd dropping vegetation derived cowpats all over the field? Cecil’s mignon’s need to stop mincing about, outflank the hijackers, cow them into submission, grab this thread by the horns, chuck this nonsense before I round on someone and shank them, and get it back to the bovine.
Too much. I’m suffering from cattle-fatigue.
I come to this thread. I start reading it. I groan. I titter. The mirth shakes my body. Enough! If I keep reading this silly thread I’ll probably have a heart attack. I’ll end up bed-ridden. Then my wife and neighbors would have to take care of me —all because of this cow-pun thread. No! The last thing I want to be is aberdeen on my family and friends.
This thread needs a soundtrack. I suggest Atom Heart Mother.
:o Oops. Grocer’s apostrophe. Well, butcher’s apostrophe, anyway.
It was high-grade Andy Kaufman type humor. Most people just don’t get it, man.
This thread is really getting milked for all it’s worth.
Oh Kate. You had me at beef…and lost me with guys. I thought we had something special. Alas, I’m not one to share. Be gone, salacious beef temptress.
Yep. Every bad pun from A to Zebu
This is all just udder nonsense.
Okey dokey then.
A is for Angus
B is for Bovine (obviously)
C is Cow…
keep it going, guys…
D is for Dung
E is for Elsie
F is for Flossie…
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This thread needs a soundtrack. I suggest Atom Heart Mother.
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Well, Captain Beefheart bought the farm, so, yeah, maybe…
If there’s enough cowbell…
- I’m tired of beef jerking us around.
- People who live in porter houses shouldn’t throw puns.
- Hi, **Offal **
I think this thread’s ground to a halt.
No such luck…
G is for Guernsey
H and I are for Heifer International
This thread needs more cowbell.
How about limericks?
There once was an online beef store
That promised steaks right to your door
But none came to feed
Instead a stampede
Of puns —and nothing more!
‘Try our beef!’ said KatePS, ‘You must!’
‘You’ll love doing business with us!’
We never did taste;
She was banished, post haste,
To the dismay of Simple Linctus.
Kate’s cheery “Hello!”
Promised friendship, fun, and beef;
Puerile puns followed.
J is for Jersey