a family of city dwellers decided to go to a farm during the weekend.
they had lots of fun doing those farm-ly stuffs.
the children wanted to milk a cow and the father asked the farmer.
the farmer handed them a pail and pointed them in the right direction.
the family found one they liked and begin to milk it.
they had lots of problems with it.
and the end product looked kind of funny.
they tasted it and it tasted funny too.
just then, the farmer passed by and the dad asked him what's wrong.
the farmer took a look and said...
that was a bull.
Are you vicariously living through me in the hope that my accomplishments will validate your mediocre life and in some way compensate for all of the opportnunities you botched?
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
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