An adventure, perhaps excellent is planned.
As you are reading this, I am probably standing at the south end of a northbound cow made entirely of butter, surrounded by a bunch of teenagers made of….teenagers, using my new hella rap skills to bridge the generational gap.
That’s how I picture it, anyway.
I volunteered to chaperone my son’s 7th grade trip to the state fair. Super excited! Driving myself because there is not enough tequila and/or Febreze in the world to get me on that bus. But once I get there, I hope to have an emotional bonding experience with my teen while viewing some livestock carved from a pasteurized processed dairy product.
Is it just me, or does a butter sculpture seem disrespectful to cows? Like REMEMBER ALL THAT MILK WE TOOK FROM YOU? WELL WE CHURNED IT INTO BUTTER AND THEN CARVED IT INTO A YOU-SHAPE AND NOW WE ARE PRETTY MUCH MOCKING YOU IN EFFIGY BEFORE WE…
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