So, as it happens on occasion, I was once again in charge of chores on the farm. Once again, the chores required a "come and see" versus a list of what to do. It makes life much easier to see where the second pen of goats are versus trying to determine which pen of six is referred to as "the second pen."
While there were no major calamities to speak of and no strenuous work outs to be had (as it was not 10 below zero, there were no rickety ladders that required climbing and no hay bales needed toted across the road) it was still a learning experience.
I (or I should say we as my half hindered hubby came to help) arrived at the farm (aka Little Missouri according to my older brother--who of course, was in Vegas an unable to chore) and hubs hopped on the tractor to retrieve a big bale of hay while I tended to the goats, chickens, rabbits, cats, overweight Corgi and Chester the farm dog.
Upon entering the first pen of goats, I managed to see a flash of black and white out of the corner of my eye and hurried to shut the door before Chester could follow me in, as there is a rouge rabbit who escaped from his pen and has decided to "find his inner show goat" and live in the barn. There was really not much work to do here, as they are on a self feeder. So I gave Milkshakes the goat some love and refilled a water bucket.
I approached the second two pens of goats, albeit with reservation as the Cock of the Walk came strutting around the corner with a murderous gleam in his eye...damn you Ashley and your "free range" rooster. Thankfully, Chester was still in tow, and while the two peacefully coexist, they still stay out of each other's way, and the rooster headed the other way.
This is where feeding the goats gets interesting. If you've never been around goats, let me tell you a few things...1) When it comes to feeding time, goats will act like the giant Koi at the zoo when you happen to hock a loogie into the water. To the uninitiated, it can be frightening as it appears as though they will jump the fence and come at you in an effort to get a mouthful of grain. 2) Billy Goats make very strange noises...seriously its like meshing an alley cat getting raped by the neighborhood tom cat with an overly vocal pornstar and a little Janet Leigh from "Psycho" thrown in for good measure. Again, to the uninitiated, its terrifying.
After the goats were fed it was off to the chicken coop..a mere two steps from the goat pen. The rooster was still contemplating whether or not to give me a peck or two, but for the most part he just casually observed my movements, as if he were going to file his report with Andy and Ashley when they returned. All I had to do with the chickens was check the feed and water situation and gather the eggs. I got two explanations as to how I was to do this, as there are two old nesting hens who no longer lay, but nest on as many eggs as they can and they do not appreciate you taking their "babies." The first explanation as to how to accomplish the egg gathering was to, "just talk to them in a soothing voice. Let them know its okay and that you're just going to reach under here and grab the eggs and things will be just fine. Just keep talking to them. The more you communicate with them, the easier it will be." The second explanation I got was, "I throw my hat over their heads then just reach under and grab the eggs."
I'll let you guess whose explanation was whose and which route I chose. (Psstt...I wear a ball cap while choring for a reason.)
Now here's where the learning happened. I was unaware that there would be so many eggs to gather. I was relieved that I had a hat I could put them in as there was no graceful way to carry 20 eggs. By the time I was finished gathering and was starting to exit, four or five hens had found their way to my vicinity and were waiting by the door..crickets reside under the door and they were waiting for me to open it back up and pounce on a snack. As I opened the door, trying to keep the chickens in with one leg and the dog out with the other, my 20 eggs became 19. At this point I learned that chickens are cannibalistic little bastards. Those hens swarmed on that broken egg like the aforementioned Koi fish and lapped up every last drop of their coop mate's embryo. It was almost more frightening than the Billy Goat mating call.
Trying not to shudder, I left the chicken coop in search of an egg carton. While I didn't find one, I did find a box and more importantly, a beer. I checked the last two pens of goats and made sure rabbit number two was comfortable in his two story condo, before helping the hubby feed the calves and we called it a night.
Cannibalistic chickens, just another one of my many learning experiences we have in Blondie's Barnyard.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
My super awesome
annual redneck happy day was yesterday...it was my day at the Iowa State Fair! Now, I should preface this by stating that usually, I get to spend more than just ONE day there, but the way the stars aligned and because of the hubs accident, I could only get ONE day.
The Iowa State Fair is like my holy land. My parents had their first date there. In fact, they celebrated that moment at this year's fair, riding Ye Olde Mill together, 50 years to the day from when they first rode it together. My parents camp there the entire 10 days, my kids exhibit there and my uncle serves on the State Fair Board, heck my five year old nephew even gets in on the action, showing in the open class goat show. It is OUR fair.
It irritates the crap out of me when people piss and moan about the cost of it. Yes, it does cost money, but no more than a day spent at the zoo, or the water park, or at the I-Cubs or any other venue. AND there are ways to spend less money and still enjoy your day.
We got on the grounds around 9:30. Parking would prove to be one of the more expensive things, as the yard we chose to park in charged $10. However, it was a big yard that was fenced in and only a block from the gate. We used tickets that were ordered, in advance, so we paid $16 to get in, instead of $22. We made our first purchase within seconds, buying a lemon shake up from the stand outside of the Swine building for $3. Its the best lemon shake up on the fairgrounds. And here's novel idea..we SHARED it. We did not each need our own lemonade.
We checked in at the goat show and watched the nephew show Miss Sweatpea and found out that Jaci would not show for several more hours, so off we went to explore the grounds. We found another lemonade stand with a refillable cup, so we spent $4 there, but refills were only $2, hence another way to save!
We saw the big boar, big bull and big ram, walked through the Avenue of Breeds and then decided it was time for lunch. The three of us SHARED a half rack of ribs, an order of the brisket bacon mac and cheese and a funnel cake. $22 and we were stuffed. I think a lot of the people who bitch about the food costs order that much PER PERSON. Fair food is meant to be sampled, savored and shared. We made a trip through the Varied Industries Building, the DNR building and looked through the various displays under the Grandstand before heading back to the livestock barns. We took the free tram ride, which stopped right by the Budweiser Clydesdales so we got a good look at them before hopping back on the tram and heading back to the goat show.
By this time it was time for a snack..a milkshake (from the Dairy Barn of course) and a slushy would tide the family over until after the goat show ended.
Miss Jaci got third place with Possum and was told she was an excellent showman, which made us proud. Claypot stood second with Hottie, and was in for the Championship Drive, but it was not Hottie's day. A good experience for both none the less.
Once the show clothes were exchanged for shorts and a tee, we went off to do more exploring. A quick trip through the Agriculture building for a jar of honey and a peek at the Butter Cow was in order. We found more cheap and good snacks there, as the Iowa Egg Council hands out FREE, yes I said FREE eggs on a stick..so the three of us got a $2 lemonade refill and each had a free egg! We then found the Salad Bowl, where we ordered PB&J on a stick for $2 and the Caprese Salad on a stick for $3. The PB&J was four mini sandwiches on a skewer with fresh strawberries and grapes in-between the sandwiches and the Caprese was cherry tomatoes, fresh mozzarella and basil layered on a skewer. It was a refreshing and healthy snack for $5 that again, we all shared.
We managed to walk through every building and every display, save the Cultural Center and Pioneer Hall. We bought two wedding gifts while on the grounds, and while we were walking towards the exit gate, happened to see one of the BBQ vendors selling bulk sliced, smoked roast beef. We got 3 pounds for $12. Hello lunch for the next few days...if that isn't a bargain banner day at the State Fair, I don't know what is!
I'm already counting down the days til next year's event and planning how many days I can go and how many foods on a stick we can share!
The Iowa State Fair is like my holy land. My parents had their first date there. In fact, they celebrated that moment at this year's fair, riding Ye Olde Mill together, 50 years to the day from when they first rode it together. My parents camp there the entire 10 days, my kids exhibit there and my uncle serves on the State Fair Board, heck my five year old nephew even gets in on the action, showing in the open class goat show. It is OUR fair.
It irritates the crap out of me when people piss and moan about the cost of it. Yes, it does cost money, but no more than a day spent at the zoo, or the water park, or at the I-Cubs or any other venue. AND there are ways to spend less money and still enjoy your day.
We got on the grounds around 9:30. Parking would prove to be one of the more expensive things, as the yard we chose to park in charged $10. However, it was a big yard that was fenced in and only a block from the gate. We used tickets that were ordered, in advance, so we paid $16 to get in, instead of $22. We made our first purchase within seconds, buying a lemon shake up from the stand outside of the Swine building for $3. Its the best lemon shake up on the fairgrounds. And here's novel idea..we SHARED it. We did not each need our own lemonade.
We checked in at the goat show and watched the nephew show Miss Sweatpea and found out that Jaci would not show for several more hours, so off we went to explore the grounds. We found another lemonade stand with a refillable cup, so we spent $4 there, but refills were only $2, hence another way to save!
We saw the big boar, big bull and big ram, walked through the Avenue of Breeds and then decided it was time for lunch. The three of us SHARED a half rack of ribs, an order of the brisket bacon mac and cheese and a funnel cake. $22 and we were stuffed. I think a lot of the people who bitch about the food costs order that much PER PERSON. Fair food is meant to be sampled, savored and shared. We made a trip through the Varied Industries Building, the DNR building and looked through the various displays under the Grandstand before heading back to the livestock barns. We took the free tram ride, which stopped right by the Budweiser Clydesdales so we got a good look at them before hopping back on the tram and heading back to the goat show.
By this time it was time for a snack..a milkshake (from the Dairy Barn of course) and a slushy would tide the family over until after the goat show ended.
Miss Jaci got third place with Possum and was told she was an excellent showman, which made us proud. Claypot stood second with Hottie, and was in for the Championship Drive, but it was not Hottie's day. A good experience for both none the less.
Once the show clothes were exchanged for shorts and a tee, we went off to do more exploring. A quick trip through the Agriculture building for a jar of honey and a peek at the Butter Cow was in order. We found more cheap and good snacks there, as the Iowa Egg Council hands out FREE, yes I said FREE eggs on a stick..so the three of us got a $2 lemonade refill and each had a free egg! We then found the Salad Bowl, where we ordered PB&J on a stick for $2 and the Caprese Salad on a stick for $3. The PB&J was four mini sandwiches on a skewer with fresh strawberries and grapes in-between the sandwiches and the Caprese was cherry tomatoes, fresh mozzarella and basil layered on a skewer. It was a refreshing and healthy snack for $5 that again, we all shared.
We managed to walk through every building and every display, save the Cultural Center and Pioneer Hall. We bought two wedding gifts while on the grounds, and while we were walking towards the exit gate, happened to see one of the BBQ vendors selling bulk sliced, smoked roast beef. We got 3 pounds for $12. Hello lunch for the next few days...if that isn't a bargain banner day at the State Fair, I don't know what is!
I'm already counting down the days til next year's event and planning how many days I can go and how many foods on a stick we can share!
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
WTF do we do with these and how do I get revenge?
One of the
realities of living on a farm is that you must be prepared to have the
occasional unexpected houseguest. Now, I’m not talking about your mother in law
spending a week with you in the guest bedroom or your niece who’s never seen a
cow before coming to spend a week on the farm. The houseguests I’m referring to
don’t need fancy hand towels or fresh sheets in the guest bedroom. The guests
I’m talking about don’t clean up after themselves, show up unannounced and are
usually the four-legged variety.
Having
lived on a farm all of my life, having a guest in the basement, porch or
mudroom is something I am accustomed to and am somewhat prepared for. Or I
should say WAS prepared for, as the newest guest(s) who arrived at the farm are
out of my league.
Having a
baby calf who needs dried off and warmed up with a heat lamp, blanket and a
hairdryer on the back porch is no problem. Trying to sleep while the new coon
dog puppy gets used to his new home and finds he already knows how to bay at 2
a.m. isn’t an issue. Caring for a small herd of bottle baby goats who require
diaper changes and bottles every two hours in their back porch playpen, is old
hat. Those experiences, however, did nothing to prepare me for the birthday
gift bestowed on my 10 year old this past weekend, as I can now add baby chicks
to the list of those who have resided on my back porch.
My
knowledge of chicken farming begins and ends with helping my grandmother gather
eggs as a child, so when friends of ours arrived bearing a box that resembled a
happy meal, experts had to be brought in.
Proper feed
and water instructions were discussed, along with the temperature needed to
keep the babies thriving and tips how to socialize with the chicks.
Once the
“What in the fuck do we do with these things?” wore off, we found an old
mineral tub and a heat lamp and our chicken farming experience began.
Starter
feed was included with the gift of two baby chicks (along with pink chore
gloves and beef jerky) so we had feed. We put straw in a corner of the tub and
found an acceptable watering dish. Knowing that the aforementioned coon dog had
not been consulted prior to the purchase of the chicks and also considering
that wild critters have been known to pass through while the dog isn’t paying attention,
I had no choice but to invite them into the back porch.
Knowing
that they cannot reside there forever, permanent housing was discussed. Feeling
that the best option was to let one of our chicken experts (our friend Sam)
“board” the chicks while Jaci had visitation rights seemed like the best plan.
Sam has chicks, as well, and a larger flock than the two we have is preferred.
However, Miss Jaci was not keen on having a shared custody arrangement…so on
the back porch they stay, along with three new siblings….who, like all
houseguests, will soon wear out their welcome.
As soon as I figure out a permanent residence for the little bastards...paying Fred back for his kinds will be my next task...I'm thinking a dozen guineas in his yard should do it...(If you aren't sure what I am talking about, search for a video of them online and turn your speakers up.)
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Sorry...again...
I find the need to apologize to you Barnyard Critters, as I am beginning to realize, I am a really bad blogger...I'm great at sharing random thoughts, but putting together a meaningful, well worded story/article/essay on a singular topic, is a bitch. It's easy when I have something I am passionate about or when I have a good idea, but when I'm pressed to come up with something...that's another story. SO, I will bore you, once again, with some random thoughts because I have opinions and comments about certain things, I just can't add enough bullshit adjectives to make them long enough for a blog post.
Some days, I really hate the media. (Yes Captain Obvious, I realize, I AM the media--thanks for noticing.) The way certain media outlets purposely mislead their readers with halfassed headlines really pisses me off.
For example--"Governor not ready to sign cannabis oil bill." While the statement in and of itself is true, the headline fails to mention that A. He doesn't even HAVE the bill yet and B. He has 30 days to sign it. It's obvious the headline was made as it was so the social media fucktards can turn the comment section into a complete and utter shit show. Do I think he should sign it? Yes. Do I think he will? Yes. He's talking to other governor's who have passed similar legislation to see how its going. He has also said he wants to read the bill. Hmmm...novel idea, read a bill before it's signed into law...
People who comment on social media posts with nuggets of wisdom like, 'Could care less' or 'Who cares?' tickle the shit out of me. First off douchenozzle, the correct term is 'COULDN'T care less' as in you could not care less about said topic. SECOND, if you took the time to read the post or article and then made the effort to type something into the comment section, it shows that on some level you DO care..if you truly didn't care, you would scroll on.
On a similar note..not EVERY single thing a news outlet posts needs to be hard hitting, investigative, serious news...please stop bringing up Benghazi and the Nigerian girls kidnapping on the TODAY show page...if you want to read ONLY serious news, follow CNN not the freaking TODAY show. Pull the stick out of your ass, take off your tinfoil helmet and stop listening to the voices in your head...lighthearted fluff is needed to get through the day with the sad state this world is in.
If you aren't watching Orphan Black on BBC America, you are truly missing out on a terrific show...one word of warning, don't just jump into it today, you'd be seriously lost...catch up online THEN start watching..I'm not a fan of sci-fi at all, but this show is amazeballs.
I find it slightly horrifying that I can go from watching a cerebral science fiction show like O.B. straight into a Marriage Boot Camp marathon, followed up by Will and Grace reruns and the latest episode of Pioneer Woman...I think my television habit has multiple personalities.
A high of 90 tomorrow? Terrific...we went from winter directly into swamp ass season...
And finally, I freaking love this lady...
Some days, I really hate the media. (Yes Captain Obvious, I realize, I AM the media--thanks for noticing.) The way certain media outlets purposely mislead their readers with halfassed headlines really pisses me off.
For example--"Governor not ready to sign cannabis oil bill." While the statement in and of itself is true, the headline fails to mention that A. He doesn't even HAVE the bill yet and B. He has 30 days to sign it. It's obvious the headline was made as it was so the social media fucktards can turn the comment section into a complete and utter shit show. Do I think he should sign it? Yes. Do I think he will? Yes. He's talking to other governor's who have passed similar legislation to see how its going. He has also said he wants to read the bill. Hmmm...novel idea, read a bill before it's signed into law...
People who comment on social media posts with nuggets of wisdom like, 'Could care less' or 'Who cares?' tickle the shit out of me. First off douchenozzle, the correct term is 'COULDN'T care less' as in you could not care less about said topic. SECOND, if you took the time to read the post or article and then made the effort to type something into the comment section, it shows that on some level you DO care..if you truly didn't care, you would scroll on.
On a similar note..not EVERY single thing a news outlet posts needs to be hard hitting, investigative, serious news...please stop bringing up Benghazi and the Nigerian girls kidnapping on the TODAY show page...if you want to read ONLY serious news, follow CNN not the freaking TODAY show. Pull the stick out of your ass, take off your tinfoil helmet and stop listening to the voices in your head...lighthearted fluff is needed to get through the day with the sad state this world is in.
If you aren't watching Orphan Black on BBC America, you are truly missing out on a terrific show...one word of warning, don't just jump into it today, you'd be seriously lost...catch up online THEN start watching..I'm not a fan of sci-fi at all, but this show is amazeballs.
I find it slightly horrifying that I can go from watching a cerebral science fiction show like O.B. straight into a Marriage Boot Camp marathon, followed up by Will and Grace reruns and the latest episode of Pioneer Woman...I think my television habit has multiple personalities.
A high of 90 tomorrow? Terrific...we went from winter directly into swamp ass season...
And finally, I freaking love this lady...
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
It's never too late
We've all heard the term you can't teach an old dog new tricks...not so! Cuz this old bitch has learned a few things lately! I feel it is my civic duty to share my new found knowledge with you.
Recently I've learned the following things:
When doing strenuous activity, you may feel a tingling in your appendages..don't be overly concerned, UNTIL your chin starts tingling. If your chin is tingling, hope for something soft because bitch, you're bout to pass out....
If someone wants you to try tabata...do NOT, I repeat do NOT confuse it with ciabatta. Ciabatta is a delightfully crusty bread that makes a fabulous base for a sandwich made with rare roast beef and horseradish sauce. IF asked to try tabata, run. I mean stride your mother fucking legs out like a serial killer dressed in a clown suit is chasing you because THAT scenario is less threatening and less evil than tabata. I swear Kim Jong Il created tabata and uses it only when the pack of wild dogs fail to kill his enemies.
APPARENTLY, there is a wrong way to perform an execution. I was unaware of this. Raping, kidnapping, murdering, thieving son of a bitch is dead, albeit in a lengthier more painful way than anticipated...call me crazy but I don't think that I would call that "botched."
While I'm sure there are a few other nuggets of knowledge I have gleaned lately..I can't for the life of me think of them because my arms hurt too bad to continue typing and my chin is beginning to tingle. Dave should feel lucky that we could no longer pick up our dumbbells, otherwise we may have pelted him with them...Til next time
BB
Recently I've learned the following things:
When doing strenuous activity, you may feel a tingling in your appendages..don't be overly concerned, UNTIL your chin starts tingling. If your chin is tingling, hope for something soft because bitch, you're bout to pass out....
If someone wants you to try tabata...do NOT, I repeat do NOT confuse it with ciabatta. Ciabatta is a delightfully crusty bread that makes a fabulous base for a sandwich made with rare roast beef and horseradish sauce. IF asked to try tabata, run. I mean stride your mother fucking legs out like a serial killer dressed in a clown suit is chasing you because THAT scenario is less threatening and less evil than tabata. I swear Kim Jong Il created tabata and uses it only when the pack of wild dogs fail to kill his enemies.
APPARENTLY, there is a wrong way to perform an execution. I was unaware of this. Raping, kidnapping, murdering, thieving son of a bitch is dead, albeit in a lengthier more painful way than anticipated...call me crazy but I don't think that I would call that "botched."
While I'm sure there are a few other nuggets of knowledge I have gleaned lately..I can't for the life of me think of them because my arms hurt too bad to continue typing and my chin is beginning to tingle. Dave should feel lucky that we could no longer pick up our dumbbells, otherwise we may have pelted him with them...Til next time
BB
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Profuse apologies
I'm feeling quite plucky today and I think I know why...
Actually, it probably has less to do with hunger and more to do with the fact that my ass was up at 4:30 this morning to send DH off in the semi-truck and then be at Boot Camp by 5:30. (Although there is a bowl of monster cookie dip that I have been thinking of just eating by the spoonful in our office refrigerator... it has been calling to me, so far I have been able to tell it to shut the fuck up...however, if you find me sitting on the floor licking the bowl clean, don't be surprised.)
So anywho..as I've previously mentioned I have been doing some exercising...this week in addition to my three days a week with my girls and our trainer, I have added boot camp...it's at 5 fucking thirty in the morning, which is a ridiculous time of the day...I am not a morning person...at all...whatsoever...
(That's for you Sam...more proof that I have an e-card for everything.)
My puckishness, or bitchiness if you'd rather, comes from the interruption of my relationship with my mattress and my pillow, and if I offended you...tough shit...I mean, I'm sorry.
I've already addressed Cameron Diaz..now for the remainder of the people/things/stories that have gotten my asshairs all knotty today.
To the lady commenting on the story about a girl with an eating disorder that made her unable/unwilling to drink water.. You not being able to stomach Velveeta, not liking chicken, other than chicken nuggets, your refusal to eat cheese other than mozzarella, and the fact that you love french fries, but can do without potato chips does not mean you have an eating disorder..it means you're a picky fucking eater.
To PETA...you people really are fucking delusional aren't you? You are asking permission to erect (God I chuckle like a 12 year old boy when I use that word) a 10 foot tall memorial to the 500 turkeys who perished in a semi-truck accident near Sioux City? Are you fucking serious? Wow....this after your plan to turn Jeffery Dahmer's former home into a vegan restaurant, solidifies the fact that you are indeed an organization filled with fucktards.
Courtney Cox...you dried up fun hater....a Friends reunion would have been awesome. Would it have killed you to make millions of fans happy?
(Sigh....) I'm sure I'll be even more irritable later in the day...I may be back because
Friday, March 28, 2014
My tank is full
Time for another edition of random thoughts that need purged, there is too much shit floating around in my brain.
As I've mentioned before, I have a very hard time staying off the comment section of any website, blog, Facebook post, etc. If there is a comment section I scroll through it. I continue to be amazed at the level of complete and utter fucktardedness that exists in those sections. I mean, I seriously wonder how some of these people function on a daily basis because they are so fucking stupid. About 1/3 of the people commenting haven't read the article they are commenting on, merely the headline, roughly 1/3 makes a decent contribution to the conversation and the other 1/3 are the ill informed radicals who have no fucking clue what they are talking about, but spew their shit anyway.
I read a lot of agriculture related blogs and news stories, because A. I grew up on a farm. B. I still live on a farm. C. I was a 4-H and FFA member, and my children now are, too. D. I live in Iowa. The idiots that comment on these types of blogs are second only in their rabid insanity to those who comment on the autism vs. vaccine articles. The ones that truly rile me the most are the ones who constantly say, "rich farmers", "greedy farmers" or "farmers only care about their profits."
Listen here you hairy arm pitted, Prius driving twatwaffle...while you're praying at the altar of Steve Jobs, typing on your I-Pad, listening to Adele (who by the way makes $50,000 A DAY in royalties alone) and drinking your Venti mocha latte with soy milk, remember it was a rich, greedy farmer who grew those soybeans. Look up the definition of hypocrite while I serve you a shutthefuckupcake.
Gwyneth Paltrow, could you "consciously uncouple" your head from your ass?
There are now, what 13 different countries who have had satellites spot debris that was assumed to be wrecking of flight 370, but when search crews got there, there was nothing. What the hell are these satellites seeing?
All of you freaks on Pinterest who are obsessed with Loki, Dr. Who, Harry Potter and The Disney Princesses need to move out of mommy's basement and have your fucking heads examined. You take crazy fandom to a whole new level.
Dear lady on the swap site, how in the fuck do you "accidentally buy 8 packages of Poise Towelettes"? I've accidentally bought the wrong sized shoe, or accidentally bought a shitty bottle of wine, but never have I accidentally bought EIGHT PACKAGES OF SOMETHING! How do you not notice after say the second package, that perhaps you've bought too many? P.S. Since you've had them on the site since last November, I'm going to go out on a limb and guess NO ONE WANTS THEM!
I think, perhaps, the only question more awkward than asking a woman who is not pregnant, "When are you due?" Would be, "Honey, what are your thoughts on threesomes?"
I do not understand the comeback of Pabst Blue Ribbon...I get that hipsters think its great, but I remember when the grandstand at the Iowa State Fair served ONLY PBR in a glass...There is truly nothing more foul tasting than a PBR served piss warm out of a keg.
And finally dear Barnyard Critters, "Oh we will FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT for Iowa State!"
As I've mentioned before, I have a very hard time staying off the comment section of any website, blog, Facebook post, etc. If there is a comment section I scroll through it. I continue to be amazed at the level of complete and utter fucktardedness that exists in those sections. I mean, I seriously wonder how some of these people function on a daily basis because they are so fucking stupid. About 1/3 of the people commenting haven't read the article they are commenting on, merely the headline, roughly 1/3 makes a decent contribution to the conversation and the other 1/3 are the ill informed radicals who have no fucking clue what they are talking about, but spew their shit anyway.
I read a lot of agriculture related blogs and news stories, because A. I grew up on a farm. B. I still live on a farm. C. I was a 4-H and FFA member, and my children now are, too. D. I live in Iowa. The idiots that comment on these types of blogs are second only in their rabid insanity to those who comment on the autism vs. vaccine articles. The ones that truly rile me the most are the ones who constantly say, "rich farmers", "greedy farmers" or "farmers only care about their profits."
Listen here you hairy arm pitted, Prius driving twatwaffle...while you're praying at the altar of Steve Jobs, typing on your I-Pad, listening to Adele (who by the way makes $50,000 A DAY in royalties alone) and drinking your Venti mocha latte with soy milk, remember it was a rich, greedy farmer who grew those soybeans. Look up the definition of hypocrite while I serve you a shutthefuckupcake.
Gwyneth Paltrow, could you "consciously uncouple" your head from your ass?
There are now, what 13 different countries who have had satellites spot debris that was assumed to be wrecking of flight 370, but when search crews got there, there was nothing. What the hell are these satellites seeing?
All of you freaks on Pinterest who are obsessed with Loki, Dr. Who, Harry Potter and The Disney Princesses need to move out of mommy's basement and have your fucking heads examined. You take crazy fandom to a whole new level.
Dear lady on the swap site, how in the fuck do you "accidentally buy 8 packages of Poise Towelettes"? I've accidentally bought the wrong sized shoe, or accidentally bought a shitty bottle of wine, but never have I accidentally bought EIGHT PACKAGES OF SOMETHING! How do you not notice after say the second package, that perhaps you've bought too many? P.S. Since you've had them on the site since last November, I'm going to go out on a limb and guess NO ONE WANTS THEM!
I think, perhaps, the only question more awkward than asking a woman who is not pregnant, "When are you due?" Would be, "Honey, what are your thoughts on threesomes?"
I do not understand the comeback of Pabst Blue Ribbon...I get that hipsters think its great, but I remember when the grandstand at the Iowa State Fair served ONLY PBR in a glass...There is truly nothing more foul tasting than a PBR served piss warm out of a keg.
And finally dear Barnyard Critters, "Oh we will FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT for Iowa State!"
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