tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post115099140681091327..comments2009-01-06T22:28:24.719-05:00Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1151251210207388552006-06-25T12:00:00.000-04:002006-06-25T12:00:00.000-04:00"Mountain Oysters are delicious. But they don't taste like chicken."<BR/><BR/>Gross.<BR/><BR/>I somehow forgot to list Gloria Loring on the housecleaning playlist. But I remembered tody, when my dad played the tape all the way through twice consecutively when we were cleaning today.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1151076000871001102006-06-23T11:20:00.000-04:002006-06-23T11:20:00.000-04:00Mountain Oysters are delicious. But they don't taste like chicken.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1151042155604460772006-06-23T01:55:00.000-04:002006-06-23T01:55:00.000-04:00And a "dog" is a canine, where a "dog" is the male and a "bitch" is the female. When discussing canine breeding, the male is the "sire" and the female is the "dam." And when differentiating between two bitches, the one who has bred is the "dam bitch."<BR/><BR/>tee hee... okay, I made that last one up!!<BR/><BR/>And is perhaps the reason a vacuum reminds you of Cyndi Lauper, Air Supply and the non-G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria song that they ALL SUCK?<BR/><BR/>(tee hee!)Farragohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150839210395446415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1151022765068762442006-06-22T20:32:00.000-04:002006-06-22T20:32:00.000-04:00Oh, you city slickers and your not knowing about cows...<BR/><BR/>Actually, I think you pretty well covered all the bases. In case you were wondering about the rest of the differences:<BR/>A heifer is a female who hasn't given birth. Once they give birth, they're usually referred to as a cow.<BR/>A bull still has possession of the family jewels. Remove the jewels and he becomes a steer. Eat the jewels, and you've had Rocky Mountain Oysters...<BR/>One side effect from removing a steer's manhood is that a steer never stops growing. Most are raised for eating and are converted to steaks at around 1200 lbs. In olden days, there were some large steers that were kept for working and they were called Oxen. Because they never stopped growing, there are some that I've seen pictures of from Wisconsin or Minnesota that topped out at 2000 and 2100 lbs.<BR/>Horns don't designate sex. Some breeds of cattle have horns, some do not. The ones that do not are called Polled cattle.<BR/>Chocolate milk comes from brown cows. <BR/>Cows wear leather.<BR/>Most cattle don't sweat, they pant like a dog. Beefalo cattle (Buffalo/Cattle cross)do sweat.<BR/><BR/>There... all a piss poor rancher ever needs to know... :PLLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15855379467269109210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1151009695608565772006-06-22T16:54:00.000-04:002006-06-22T16:54:00.000-04:00Have you tried calling companies that actually deal with cows, like Gateway? Maybe they know.mr. schprockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794677150043766057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1151007810056120632006-06-22T16:23:00.000-04:002006-06-22T16:23:00.000-04:00I'm just waiting for him to mosey on over here and start with the, "Oh, you city slickers and your not knowing about cows."Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1151005290843215512006-06-22T15:41:00.000-04:002006-06-22T15:41:00.000-04:00All I know is you're a piss-poor rancher, LL. <BR/><BR/>Oh, wait. Sorry, wrong blog. It makes much more sense now.<BR/><BR/>We call them all cows. Unless it's a bull. A gaggle of them we refer to as cattle. Except it's not a gaggle. It's a herd.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and the sound of the vacuum reminds me of rainy days and Lynn Anderson skipping on my mom's record player.<BR/><BR/>"I beg your pardon...I beg your pardon...I beg your pardon...I beg your pardon...I never promised you a rose garden..."trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1150998640253935762006-06-22T13:50:00.000-04:002006-06-22T13:50:00.000-04:00When I grow up, I'm going to Bovine University!Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1150998187343180492006-06-22T13:43:00.000-04:002006-06-22T13:43:00.000-04:00We had a Wino Rhino. Rode around on the dash of Henry's car throughout most of High School.<BR/><BR/>And they are bovines. I think. Geez, how do you think up this stuff???NYPinTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098252725082332177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1150993233927882462006-06-22T12:20:00.000-04:002006-06-22T12:20:00.000-04:00You could always refer to them as "bovines". That was a common term in The Far Side strips.<BR/><BR/>Don't be amazed by the male udders. When I read "James and the Giant Peach" in fourth grade, I had to convince my teacher (who was a full-grown adult), as well as the entire class, that rhinos don't eat human flesh.Shatterfisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07969519508965365536noreply@blogger.com