Cows. Well. I really like my little stuffed animal cows. I mean, Maurice is cool and does the slow sexy cow dance. And the one that plays "you are my sunshine" while his head moves hypnotically, subtley, back and forth, that cow is great. But real cows... no, not really. I mean, they have their uses, but I remember being really freaked out when a bunch of them followed me as I was walking down the road to class once. So, no, I guess I don't like cows. I like fuzzy cow imitations though.
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Date: 2003-10-22 05:37 am (UTC)Perhaps I should rethink the whole thing.