Fight the Power! Moo!

OP, that mental health thread might just be the right thread for you, doll!

Moo, hugs and kisses, bitch!

Günther has been spotted in the American badlands. Won’t someone please stick a GPS thingy in him? I’m tired of use the shortwave radio everyday at noon to check on him.

Moo to all, I’m frustrated with the termination of Full Moon Moo. There was the most charming photo of Phyllis’ niece, Hollandaise, who is visiting this week.

Anyway, I met Hollandaise and she is lovely, so be sure to moo at her.

Does Günther ever suffer lightning strikes?

No, Mortimer, R4, but we save up the cow pies and drop them on that thing that keeps writing about steaks.

Moo to you, Hollandaise! Maybe you can get a balloon ride while you’re here? Talk to Günther at noon. He has connections.

Thank you for your comment, R1. You wouldn’t be so cranky if you mooed like a normal person.

Sorry that is one MOOOOvent I just can't support.

I felt a sigh coming on.

I felt the sigh coming on and I immediately came here. We need more games, more laughter, more social indiscretion.

I cherish you cows. And chickens and sheep and a pig and a mouse and a barn owl... etc.

Join me, Homer! Floating high above the sky, just you and I.

Yoda-lay-hee-mooo!

Hello? Is someone there? It’s really cold out here!

Homer, psst... Günther shook it for me, Homer, and he never meant it. I saw his twerk at you. It’s unmistakable. You, Homer, are chosen among hundreds, even thousands.

So, would you like to ride in his beautiful balloon? Way up in the sky in his beautiful balloon?

You can stroll among the stars together, Homerpie.

You can fly. You can fly.

Penelope and I have been taking lessons from the Christmas Moose.

. Peanut fueled?

They’re freshly shampooed for maximum sheer.

Umm....

Hydro, to me, appears to be viewing the ‘1950s Fashion Thread’. I say that after a week or two of pared back CV19 rations you’ll be able to werk that vintage nipped in waist look girl!

Ooo, this sunshine is invigorating!

I’m Sheridan, up too early for a sheep.

What are you doing today?

I thought I’d have a nice shave and a soak in the sun.

Moo and baaah to all. Ooo, some of this shaving tickles.

Of course Norma and Moritz are mad—They’re in coach!

. Before I was rich I was in freight once...

See? Without me, Beauchamp, your punctuation tanks.

I hope you’ve learned your lesson.

Union! Union!

Fine. I’ll wake up now with you people, but do you have to be so loud?

It’s still dark out. What’s to be gained here?

I have a partial blanket opening: Phyllis-sized, for you, r21. It’s good all day.

Quick question, do you snore?

Moo, Sheridan, I need a haircut, too! Oh, heck!

Where’s Rolf? He’s supposed to keep Sheridan in line. He has one job.

MOO, I say!

My eye lift was canceled and I’m not happy about that!

This bizarre thread is the new 'numbers station'.

[quote] At the apex of the Cold War, radio lovers across the globe started to notice bizarre broadcasts on the airwaves. Starting with a weird melody or the sound of several beeps, these transmissions might be followed by the unnerving sound of a strange woman's voice counting in German or the creepy voice of a child reciting letters in English

I’m offended.

Has the effect of beef on the coronavirus been determined yet? I’m ready to increase my intake if it increases resistance to the virus. I’d consider it not only of benefit to myself but also to others and to the economy.

Is this where we talk about Cher?

R25, Blue, Blue, time to moo! Red, Red, go to bed! Moo!

Does a moo count if it’s still dark out? Mooo.

Oh look! Hollandaise is still here. You and Phyllis are looking good, mooo.

It’s lovely to have nieces and nephews visit. Ahh, fate. Double mooo.

Of course, Auntie Taco wants all the attention.

It’s not that I WANT the attention, r32, it’s just that I get it.

I think it’s my pecs.

Mmmm, taco. Beef tacos.

This is offensive. I’m triggered. Calling all Sheep, get on the mooove.

Rolf! Quit it! Ack! Stop swarming us! The insouciance!

Ack! We’re going around in circles, all sheep to themselves!

Repeat;

All sheep to themselves!

Somebody tranquilize Rolf! Emergency, Emergency.

Coming up next, on 'Heifers' Who Shitpost:

Is R37 Jane Pauley?

I think I saw Hollandaise shopping on 5th Avenue at Christmas time, but I had to dash and couldn’t stop to say “hello”.

Smells like Deborah Norville to me, r38. The FUCK is she doing?

Fuck!

This again?!

Thor, you can Moo anytime you want, baby.

Dear Sir, dear Madam, Moo!

I said it, and don’t regret it. Moo, I say! Everybody up! Stretch! Get some exercise! Not too closely, though! Thor, no panting!

Thank you, Albacore! A good day to you, too, moo.

There are ants in the barn today, surely a sign of Spring. Good moos!

Oh, Thor, now the Inspector General is going to be sticking his nose into barn business! Oy!

Oops, forgot to moo. Moo!

Welcome to Monday Morning Moos!

Good day, Sir and Madam!

At the link is Fromage, getting a little Spring exercise. Get up and stretch, Gals. You too, fellas. Stretch and breath! Grab that ball before Rolf hogs it for the rest of the day. (No offense, Carl.) Moo!

[quote] Rolf hogs it

Hogs. Tehe. Hogs.

Is he the Kwisatz Haderach?

Cows, if you wish ignore my post at R49. I meant it for another thread.

Not at all, r50, mooo. It was quite good.

Gertie, please note that we are at our 50 reply limit.

Would you like some fresh made pie, Gertie? This one has corn, I made it myself.

Thank you for your service.

Attention, Stanislaus, the moon is red 19 April. Moo.

I have had it with these motherfucking cows on this motherfucking plane!!!!

Are cows fowl?

Thanks, Di’Jon. By the way, are you related to Miss Warwick?

Please continue your mooing on the next thread. Thank you and moo.

What's the problem?

Are all the moo cows dead?

No, they're just in the pasture in the back forty.

Going two full weeks without mooing? I don’t like it, not one bit.

Is Gertie dead??

We last all met here:

Stirred into some Hamburger Helper, every one.

R63 is not me.