big ass cow made of BUTTER!!!
This thing’s been a mainstay of the Illinois State Fair for as long as I can remember. I think now you see why I’m so adamant about getting the hell out of here.
Pray for my soul.
Two words about that: Thank God.
I’m MOVING there. Non-refundable tickets, apartment rented, the works… Fuck. Why did no one warn me about the cow made of butter? Is it too late to turn back?
Good lord Flyp…
MOVE NOW! Before it’s too late!!!
Oh, I have to think that the Corn Palace trumps a butter cow.
At least with the cow there is some sort of ironic justification (cow --> butter --> cow) but the connection between corn and big buildings continues to evade me.
Now maybe if one of the exhibit halls at the Illinois State Fair were made of butter, then you’d have something to brag about.
Well, the National High School Rodeo Finals are here in Spfld this week. Yee-ha. Uh, I’m not too into big-ass cowboy hats or country music, so I’m laying low til this blows over…
–tygre, who despite growing up in Springfield, has only been to the State Fair once (and ain’t going back any time soon) and missed the butter cow then anyways
All that butter and not a goddamn lobster in sight. What a shame.
Waitaminnit. magdalene, are you moving to Springfield in particular, or Illinois? Illinois might not be too bad, provided you move to one of the edges, around say St. Louis or Chicago. Anywhere near the center, though, and you’re in for a very long, very boring stay. Although, on the upside, you automatically qualify to attend the two Doper Functions our state hosts.
Chicago, Flypside, Chicago. :sighofrelief
Yep, and just remember: “You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting some class in Spiffled.”
Hoo boy.
oh, sorry - Flypsyde. The relief temporarily interfered with my spelling abilities.
Aha, I gotcha! Flypsyde.
I don’t live in Maine anymore, but when I did, I went to a resraurant that had a giant moose sculpted in butter.
Take that!
So who’s got the lamer state now, huh?
Yeah, well, did fat, nasty, sweaty rednecks take their spawn out in 90-degree plus heat and the horrid stench of deep-fried foods and vertigo-induced vomit on a special errand to see the mostrosity, Jack?
CA still has you beat. In Davis, every april, the local gather around for their chance to put their hand in a fistulated cow’s stomache. THAT’s RIGHT! People line up to stick their hands in cowws stomaches. How do I know this? Sadly I’ve participated. They also had Dachshund races. Now those WERE fun.
Well, now just hold on a second, there, oldscratch. Southern Illinois University at Carbondale has multiple living, breathing cattle with holes punched right into their sides. As SIU-C is my alma mater, I know this first hand.
There is, apparently, a disturbing thread in my life that somehow connects me to abnormal cattle.
Now if you can combine this with mouthbreaker’s game in this thread you will have the makings of something truly frightening. Especially if you factor in a ride on the tilt-a-whirl after each turn.
Alright…nobody’s leaving till the cow is gone!!!
Why is there a live cam trained on the cow- are they expecting it to do something (besides going rancid)?
The butter would melt in Arizona but we sure as heck impeach more govenors.
Hey, you just get an animal made of butter. In Minnesota, the winner of the state fair beauty contest gets the “honor” of having her own head sculpted in butter.
Woohoo!! I get to be the butter-fat head this year!!
Doesn’t that sound like a cry you would want to make?
(Yeah, yeah - dorkbro’s just bitter cause he isn’t even eligible for the contest.)
I’m just waiting for someone to pile up a bunch of pancakes underneath the butter cow’s ass.