What’s up with my name? Ask Stately Plump Black Mulligan or perhaps Cal Worthington himself. I was shocked when Stately figured it out. And a little freaked out, too. Reminds me of a Family Guy episode:
Chris: What word am I thinking of now? And it definantly isn’t Kitty.
Meg: Is it Kitty?
Chris: GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!
Oh, and Zoe, I’m a little bit more north than where you think I am. The question is not how many times have I seen Hoosiers, it’s how many times have I seen Rudy.
Welcome, PussyCow! Hope to see you in Cafe Society, my favorite place!
I think it goes something like:
‘if you want a car or truck, Pussy Cow…’
I always thought it was Ghosty Cow, though. Scared the heck out of me when I was little. moooooooooo…
Bingo, Rufus!
I lived in CA for a few years of my youth. And I always thought he was saying “Pussy Cow” in the commercials. Decided many years later it didn’t make sense, so thought he was saying “Go see Cow”. Stately made me realize he was saying “Go see Cal”.
However, PussyCow describes me well also.
Then moo moo meow to you.
And welcome to the boards. You’re definitely going to fit right in. 
Don’t worry too much about the initiation. When I first got here I think they used TWO goats. In fact I still correspond with one of them.
I am happy to say I have no ill effects from the experience.
twitch
All right, all right, I’ll bite.
What’s with the goats? And what on god’s green Earth do I have to do with it/them?
For the record I’m straight, so it’ll have to be a male goat.
You don’t understand…it’s going to be a male goat whether you are straight or not. There are standards to be upheld! 
Things sure have changed since we switched to paid memberships. When I joined, I had to milk the goat. And it’s pretty hard to milk a male goat.
Well, milking the goat’s not that bad, it’s the not being able to use your hands that makes it tough…
Hey!
Get your mind out of the gutter!
We use tongs…
Welcome! I love your username!
I keep hearing echoes of that John Lennon song, where he sings, “…ah, bow a cow a pussy pussy…” or something like that.
Man, you’re just not DOING it right!
Well, hey, if it ain’t hard, you ain’t gettin’ any milk!
Welcome to the Dope, PussyCow. As for the goats, lemme tell ya a little secret: the people who have threatened you with goats will drop the whole thing, if you’ll send them chocolate, and large amounts of cash in unmarked bills.
We will not! The Initiation is a sacred rite, a ritual steeped in the glorious traditions of majesty and…ummmmm…
exactly how much money are we talking here?
And the chocolate had better be Lindt!
Well I don’t know about you silenus, but I don’t think those goats come cheap.
There’s feed, and boarding, and the Saddle of Humiliation. Oh yeah, and don’t forget the electrical. Someone’s got to pay for that cattle pr…Wand of Welcome.
I’ve not been able to eat Lindt since the day I discovered that 70% cocoa lindt is not for eating.
Oh. Well, Bloomington is the only place I’ve ever been in Indiana – unless you count the Greyhound bus station in Indianapolis.
Does this mean you won’t be my special friend?
Oh, well…Cheers, cheers!
Welcome PussyCow!
And, um, guys? When you use a male goat?
That ain’t milk! 
By the way, it’s easier to clean up if you use plastic sheets. Disposable plastic sheets! :eek: