Sunday, January 8, 2012

UPS Drivers Always See the Good Stuff on a Farm!

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The Weanie Shuffle: Explain This to the UPS Driver!


"Most new weanlings follow the same routine.  I call it the weanie shuffle.  The weanlings all run around crazy for an hour or so and then congregate in one corner to choose a leader.  The guy that gets the long straw picks out a path and head-to-tail, they march around the paddock like soldiers on a scavenger hunt.  Every so often, a voice from the wilderness will cause the formation to break up into small, noisy groups that think they heard something important.  After a few minutes, they all decide it was a wrong number and return to their treks, only stopping occasionally to see if one of the group happened to sprout a bag.  A bag being an unattached mammary gland, preferably one that is both available and full of something close to 2% milk fat.  Colts are the worst, as they assume, quite illogically, that another colt's penis has a mystical power to convert urine into milk, leading to all sorts of crotch-snatching and less than sincere apologies.  Fillies join in of course, but they categorically fail to reciprocate the favor, choosing instead to kick the offender senseless.


I can only stand about an hour of this nonsense before I retreat into the house.  Sure, I feel guilty, but the best thing I can do is to watch the "Wheel of Fortune" and the let the boys and girls process the mess.  Besides, this is going to go on for at least a week which is about the length of time it takes me to lose my hearing and them to lose their voices.  Now if I could just lose my vision.

UPS Guy:  "Sign here, sir...ah, what's that horse doing...is he...?"

Me:  "Nothing, nothing."

UPS Guy:  "Well, I just took over this route...Geez!  Look what he's doin'!  Can I get a picture of this??"