And you would expect someone who calls herself “zoogirl” to know these things!
OK, I’ll bite. Why aren’t the 70% chocolate Lindts for eating? I love those things! I freeze them and crunch them into vanilla ice cream, I eat them raw and whole straight from the pack, I wait for them to melt and rub them all over the wife. Well, maybe not that last one although it would be fun.
Regards
Testy
You’re going to love it here. After you’re done with the goats of course.
Regards
Testy
I didn’t find it all that hard to milk, but I only got a couple of ounces of milk, barely enough to taste.
I don’t know… this is a very exclusive club.
First you have to be very wealthy, with paying the membership subscription and all that. You also have to be a renowned authority on some area. For example, we have the world’s most respected experts on navel lint; a professor emeritus of the Timbuktu University, and some of the most knowledgeable people on the physiology of goats.
The butler will shortly be here with your glass of goat milk.
I assume it’s for cooking. It tasted like coffee flavoured soap. It didn’t resemble in any way the taste of chocolate.
Welcome aboard, PussyCow!
So, which is it; moo or meow?
Settle in for some fun,
Wait! Please don’t run!
Oh, well. What’ll we do with the goat now?
Hal?
Sorry, it rhymed.
Oh, come on now. The goats are hardly the worst part of the initiation ceremony. The goatse is.
Welcome, FelineBovine!
Welcome on board!
And please don’t take it personally when we talk about cow-orkers :eek:
Thanks again for all your wonderful welcomes.
Sorry I did not respond for a while, but the goat and I were having quite an adventure for the last 5 days.
I know this thread was dead, but I had to bring it back to life, only because now it is over 50 posts and hence, 2 pages long!! That is quite a long totally pointless thread, no?
Well… I can have my fantasies.
So, my assumption that it was some kind of tangled metaphor along the lines of “Why buy the cow when the pussy is free?” or “Why stroke the pussy when the milk is free?” are just wrong and indicative of my twisted thinking? Curses!
Oh, and Hi!
Zzzzzzzzzzz…
ZzzzZZZzzzzzZzzz…
Zzzzz**snorzk!**zzzzhuhwuzzzat…
<Yaaaaaaaaawn!>
Hmmm? Oh, sorry…must’ve overslept after the last initation. Anyway, because of the recent influx of newbies, we’ve had to order up a buncha new goats. They just don’t make 'em as sturdy as they used to. So, as long as someone brought along the oranges, the torches and the case of 3-In-1 Oil, we should be all set. Lesse, who’s our new vi…err…member? Ahh, here we go…name of…PussyCow.
snicker suppressed chortle
<Ahem>…I apologize…I just have something running through my head that I probably shouldn’t say…snnnk!
Anyway, we’ll just need everyone to grab a torch and an orange, and then line up over there agaOH HELL! I can’t take it! It MUST be sung! Maestro! Music please, from the chours!
What’s new, PussyCow?
Moooo OOOooooOooooo!
What’s new, PussyCow?
Moooo OOOooooOooooo!
Terribly sorry…couldn’t hold that in any longer.
So you really want to go there with this crowd, even after two pages of comments?
Well, next time try harder!
Poor PussyCow!
Sorry if you’ve been traumatized.
We usually keep him under lock and key, but kittenlm must’ve left the cage door open.
I bet I used to drive past you all the time. Hi, former somewhat near neighbor person, er, cat, er, cow!
With a name like PussyCow? Of course I want to go there. And with bells and those little fluffy feather things on the end of a stick.