"Then you export the undelimited one into

"Then you export the undelimited one into your VIOP account. Once it's been finalized, you can check it against the proxy." Said Candace. Mitch hurled the non-dairy creamer and scr

eamed, "Save the cows!" The bank teller, unfazed, replied in monotone, "The cows are doomed. You think you can save them now? The Bovine Bellum is upon us, Mitch. You cannot stop

Cows from farting, though California is trying. My cows won't wear the fart tanks provided me by the local green council, with instructionsm

to tie the tank around both sides of the cow's butt, then open the tank to capture the hot, stinky air. The green secretly had the idea of capturing the farts for natural fuel.

however; he was unaware that the plastic for the tank he'd strapped to the cow's butt was made of a gas reactive polymer & it opened a portal to the nether world instead. Demons

formed a conga line out of hell and the bass dropped and he couldn't take it anymore. This was too much. He called Sam and Dean, but they joined the conga line instead. His cow was

in the conga line too, shuffling forward gracelessly, loosing patties whose pungent aroma added to the festive aura. Sam wasn't too drunk to make a mental note to scrape his shoes

on Aunt Martha's glasses before entering the house. Sam knew only too well how Aunt Martha felt about dirty shoes on her carpet. He staggered to the bathroom in search of aspirin

and vodka. The vodka he found but not the aspirin because, like I said, he found the vodka. He plopped himself down on the floor with his back against the tub and his feet around