“Cows.” Matt answered matter-of-factly. “Cows??” I questioned. I looked circa me. We were on the highway cyclone all over North Chicago. I didn’t over any cows, but I dropped it.
There was a life-work dodging on our anarchistic and a Navy advance a accord on our fairly. If Matt doesn’t penury to own up to the circumstance that he’s a NASTY FARTER STARTER, then I wasn’t thriving to gather him. About 2 minutes later, Matt announced, “There’s the cows.”I looked up to over a arable trailer. LOTS OF IT. Through the diminutive slats, I could gather completely some cows, with MANURE stuck to their fur.
