Oh.
Cemetery Savior is from a Son Volt song. I’m a rather serious fan of what they’re now calling “Americana”. It was previously called “Alt-Country”, “Prairie Rock”, and doubtless there were other names. Uncle Tupelo, Jayhawks, Whiskeytown, Steve Earle (I know, not really in that genre, but I lumped him in there), and various other local varietals.
The goat reversal…frightening.
I think you should be more concerned than you are about being introduced to the calamari. She’s quite frisky this time of year, especially around goats (something about that hircine smell really sets her off). She has a bottomless appetite and she usually gets her way.
We lost three goats last week alone.
[sub]Pudding. What a …delicious… idea!
:: evil cackle ::
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Such a tragic, terrible loss. Those poor goats sniff
It must be chocolate pudding, naturally… 
Just be thankful you aren’t allergic to calamari. That rash has just gotten to the point I can wear shorts again. I wonder if we can use pudding instead of Jell-O? I’m sure it would be easier on the straw.
Sadly, while I can never remember which of our company’s products is supposed to do what, I still can retain things such as this: It was two hundred…and forty dollars…worth of pudding. Awwwwww, yeah…