Mooing the Curve

There are no straight lines that make-up my life.

Well, this is nice, very roomy.

Hi, cows.

Di'Jon, will you answer my question from the last thread?

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

Actually I am related to Mary Tyler Moo, r3, but don’t be embarrassed. It’s a common mistake.

Di’Jon Warwick? Now that's a good one, HA!

[quote] Auntie Taco

Beef taco?

How rude. You’re looking at 100% grade-A, grass fed, top shelf chicken here, buster.

AND, I’m gorgeous.

Does r3 have a name? I like you. You should have a name.

Who are your people, r3?

Auntie Taco’s full majesty cannot be contained in that small frame at r7.

One really must click.

[quote] Does R3 have a name? I like you. You should have a name.

Thanks, Melrose. You may refer to me as "Dune poster".

[quote] Who are your people, [R3]?

Are you from the southern U.S.? My people are the Bene Gesserit, although I'm a male.

Psst, Gertie, is he the Kwisatz Haderach?

Jane wants to know if you cows are done yet, she wants to go to bed.

[quote] AND, I’m gorgeous.

You look like Phyllis Diller, Auntie Taco.

[quote] One really must click.

Or cluck.

No, r6, my sister Phyllis looks like Phyllis Diller.

I look like Cher.

Jane says she’s going to bed.

And so ends another episode of Monday Morning Moos.

Good morning Sir, good morning Madam! Welcome to Monday Morning Moos! Start your week with something refined, a “moo”.

I happened to do a google search of MMM and found a plethora of sites! This is worrisome! I just don’t want to lose our copyright, is what I’m saying. We might have to move to Tuesdays, which is out of the question, of course.

Moo-ve to Tuesdays. See what I did there?

Yes I did, R19. I am impressed. You are smart for a cow. Moo, btw.

R20, I am no cow.

Moo!

Early morning moo from Connecticut, are you ready? Here we go.

Moooo!

Oh gosh I needed that, I missed the last Monday Moo.

(Yawwn)

Melrose, both you and Homer in his copter keep waking us up. Especially Homer with the incessant Thwak Thwak Thwak of helicopter blades. Surely Jane Pauley has other things to do.

Gertie, may I beseech you to institute a MMM quiet hour? Some of the hens are spitting out omelettes.

You mean something like a no-mooing zone? I won’t think of it. There’s a gentrified farm down the road that has a lot of fancy rules like that. Sometimes I sneak down there and push a few of those cows over, that’s what I think.

Gertie is the cow of the people.

She reminds me of Princess Di., so young, so innocent.

So, let me get this straight. Am I supposed to be flattening the curve, or fattening the curve? I just want to do my part.