When you reach the edge of space, you run out of a lot of things to look at. You grasp at anything around you to get the job done. I'm starting to run out of candies, so I went the exotic route. These are Cow Tales. I grew up on a farm, as you might remember, and I recall cow tails being different then these. I guess a cow whispers to another one, about how she took the bull's horn... If you know what I mean.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Remember when you were in school, and you saw that girl you liked. She hadn't made her move by coming over and punching you in the arm. You did agree to marry her on February 30th though. You very well couldn't say that you liked her. So instead you let your candy do the talking.