I am thankful that I am not a Turkey and don’t personally know any turkeys.
Monday Morning Moos, Extra-Special Thanksgiving Edition
by Anonymous | reply 39 | December 9, 2019 9:21 PM |
^Oops, that was me, Girtie, MOL!
by Anonymous | reply 1 | November 27, 2019 2:10 AM |
Agreed, Gertie, moo. But lots of people eat ham, which is why I have Carl locked up in my panic bunker though the weekend.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | November 27, 2019 2:55 AM |
Gertie (or is it Girtie now?), I’m dragging this from the previous thread because it is Perfect!
I and others couldn’t comment on the last thread because, you know, fences.
Whoever posted it, mooo.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | November 27, 2019 6:05 PM |
Love will out, Fabiola, R3. I think that’s a lovely Thanksgiving Day story. At least he wasn’t eaten like that lady in New Zealand.
I’m not good at spelling, I don’t contest that. I am an expert moo-er, I will say. I think I can get an “amen” to that!
by Anonymous | reply 4 | November 27, 2019 6:30 PM |
I’m think of starting a thread titled this: “Monday Morning Moos, Extra-Species Thanksgiving Meal Edition“
Thoughts would be appreciated.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | November 27, 2019 6:33 PM |
I’ll bet you’re edible, R5. Ha!
by Anonymous | reply 6 | November 27, 2019 8:45 PM |
Update:
I Anne-Franked Carl in my panic room through the weekend, but now he’s procured hooker swine somehow and they’re ringing for slop-plates.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | November 27, 2019 8:46 PM |
*Tink, Tink, Tink. Your attention please.
We would like to hear the story of the Thanksgiving Otter, please. Everyone, gather ‘round.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | November 27, 2019 8:52 PM |
Yes! Thanksgiving Otter, that’s really a thing?
by Anonymous | reply 9 | November 27, 2019 8:58 PM |
Gertie, it’s time for the comprehensive, unabridged story of the Thanksgiving Otter, from A to Z.
I say this as your friend first, and secondly as a daughter to the preservation of our history. Come on now, dear, the future calls.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | November 27, 2019 9:06 PM |
Moo! Oh my gosh, you don’t expect me to come up with that! Where is he, anyway?
by Anonymous | reply 11 | November 27, 2019 9:16 PM |
LaFitte has stepped up to record your history, Thanksgiving Otter.
He even has a special smock for this honor, and it appears to read “Kiss the Scribe.”
by Anonymous | reply 12 | November 27, 2019 9:17 PM |
Once upon a time, a septic system truck, and a city garbage truck collided on the corner of Lonely Street and Elm Street, and the Thanksgiving Otter was born. The end.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | November 28, 2019 12:21 AM |
Yo cows. I'll respond to your questions about my life stories here or on my thread linked below. There ain't much to tell: born, fucked, drank, fucked, drank, dranked some more. I didn't even build my own holes. I sub-contracted them with Mediapolis money. I just live to drink and use Mediapolis/DL to help that. Ain't much to tell, ruminating, regurgitating two-stomach cows.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | November 28, 2019 1:46 AM |
And now, the hens will perform a dance entitled, ahem, “Silence is Vast.”
Hit it, girls.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | November 28, 2019 2:15 AM |
R14, you’re a bit of a come-down. I’ll pass. And I just spotted LaFitte thumbing one last ride back to the barn. He was still wearing his smock.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | November 28, 2019 2:23 AM |
TO, do you know Roy? You sound a lot like Roy.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | November 28, 2019 2:24 AM |
Barbara Feldon just invited all the MMM crowd to her place in Gramercy Park. Peanuts and Bourbon provided. Thanks, Miss Feldon, and rude gestures to the otter. Jerk.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | November 28, 2019 4:56 AM |
She really is stunning.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | November 28, 2019 5:09 AM |
This is outstanding Michfest marketing right here.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | November 28, 2019 5:18 AM |
by Anonymous | reply 24 | November 28, 2019 5:31 AM |
And now, back to disdaining Otter.
Uck.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | November 28, 2019 5:40 AM |
Je no regret rien, otter, bitch.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | November 28, 2019 5:56 AM |
Otter might be a good egg. You sound like a snake but you may well be a haunted baby bird. Hello, bird. Join the crowd.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | November 28, 2019 6:20 AM |
Interruption:
I have a text from “Friend of Carl.”. Apparently the A&W stand cannot accomodate the order. Will Carl please phone in with a new credit card number.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | November 28, 2019 6:27 AM |
I like you, Otter. You’re ok.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | November 28, 2019 6:36 AM |
It’s Homer, I’m copping to being the big Barbara Feldon fan. Am I really the only one?
by Anonymous | reply 30 | November 28, 2019 6:41 AM |
Oh, moo, I missed the whole thing! Why didn’t someone moo-me? I love Barbara Feldon. I’m just crushed. Someone else will have to do the Monday Morning Moo, I’m too upset.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | December 2, 2019 4:01 PM |
Dear Sir, dear Madam, Mooooooo!
More cows and dogs at the link. From the other side of the world!
by Anonymous | reply 32 | December 2, 2019 6:56 PM |
Farmer Derek’s Christmas video. (Sorry, Carl.)
by Anonymous | reply 33 | December 2, 2019 7:00 PM |
I would not normally address an unnamed mooer, but r32? Here’s my exception.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | December 2, 2019 10:02 PM |
The Tao of Phyllis @ r34. What are you pecking-out, dear?
by Anonymous | reply 35 | December 2, 2019 10:40 PM |
Moo, girls, moo!
We have great things in store for 2020. The Gate is getting a complete makeover, I’m so excited. But for now, get your moos all out. We’re about to be locked in the barn all Winter and I don’t like that echo in there.
And Merry Christmas from Annabelle!
by Anonymous | reply 36 | December 9, 2019 2:17 PM |
Flu moo, ahchoo.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | December 9, 2019 8:24 PM |
Not cowpox?!
by Anonymous | reply 39 | December 9, 2019 9:21 PM |