Joanne sent me this cover, and wanted to know exactly what was going on there. I had NO IDEA.
It's rare that a cover BEGS for captioning, but that poor cow, it is imploring, isn't it? Time to Caption This Cover!
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You've got 24 hours – so caption that cow cover!
Katy knew she would milk this for all it was worth…
“Where’s my barn? Where’s my hay? Did I get Moofied?”
This cute little thing? Oh, don’t mind that, it’s just my tip jar.
“I’ve had it!” Bob shouted, wrenching Julie’s prized cow from her arms with every available bare muscle he had. He stormed across the room, slammed open the window, and cried, “This is the Last Fling!” The cow sailed away on a breeze.
Be free, my friend, Julie thought behind her tears. Be free for me.
Cow in hand, Jake was ready for absolutely anything…
Life as a midget were-cow had not been a smooth ride for Katy, but it seemed she’d finally found a man unashamed to give her one last fling.
Is the catapult ready? I’ve got the cow! But this is the last fling, okay?
She couldn’t let him go as fast as she should, she milked his love to the last moments.
For some, diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
For her, a neurotic stress cow is the way to her heart.
Don’t judge.
He was about to have the third and final stage of the operation. There had been years of cross-dressing and hormone therapy; his breasts now were bigger than his wife’s.
But she had insisted on closure, one last evening of heterosex, a final fling, as it were. So he would bring a prop along: his faithful childhood toy, Bessie. Just to remind her that, from now on,
she would be giving the milk for free.Of all the indignities Bessie had suffered, being party to Her Last Fling was the worst. Bessie wondered if she’d ever recover.
He was determined to prove to her that he already had a cash cow and that his intentions toward her were honorable. If only he could find his shirt, he’d tell his sweet civil engineer that her trash flinging days were over.
Having learned her lesson with Io, Hera decided this time to turn Zeus’ latest mistress into a cow that couldn’t run away.
All the really good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow.
All is not butter that comes from the cow.
*knock! knock!* Hello? Anyone out there? Could someone please break this f’ing thing? Much long and I’m gonna…ugh!…I’m gonna drown in here.
He was ready to buy the cow.
But was she ready to stop giving away free milk?
As a girl Marta loved Will, but his family were all dairy farmers and she was afraid of those big old cows. Knowing they could never be together, she chose to leave Wisconsin without so much as saying goodbye to Will. Dairy farming is in Will’s blood, he can’t leave it all behind to chase after Marta, but he wants her back. He decides that his only chance is to breed miniature cows. After years of hard work, Will has finally succeeded, but before he can set out to find her, Marta’s comes back to town with another man’s ring on her finger. Marta’s engaged, but she’s never gotten over Will and she’s back hoping for some kind of closure so she can move on for good. Can Will convince her to give his miniature cows a chance or will he just be her last fling?
((I know that’s way too long, but I was enjoying myself. lol))
She planned to milk this fling for everything it was worth, after all…it would be her last.
Can’t…. breathe…. (pound, pound, pound) GASP!! People you slay me. I got nothing.
Like my wingman???
Some people waxed nostalgic for the door-to-door services of a good old-fashioned milkman.
Katy waxed…something else.
After the new birth control laws went into effect, Daisy had never been more thankful for her hidden stash. Unfortunately, the cow was almost empty. Would this fling be her last?
The Kobe spa day was getting better and better.
It’s more of a verbal caption: http://youtu.be/pvAFLOQDx_s
Didn’t see this one! We were on the same wave length 🙂
When Bessie made the brave decision to switch places with her sister Darla, she’d thought that she was heading straight for the slaughterhouse. However, once Blaze laid eyes on her deep, opal eyes and luscious cow lick, he knew that he had to save her. Can a farmhand’s love save Bessie from the evil cattle baron’s dinner table? Or will their passionate night in the hayloft be…Her Last Fling?
Milk: it does her body good (and so does he)
I would like to just point out that it looks like the cow was photoshopped into this picture (which makes it even BETTER!) so I must assume it might actually have something to do with the story!
The recommended three servings of dairy a day had never been so delicious.
Old Mac Donald had a cow…..eieiooooooo boy….
Bossie had been saved from that old farmer MacDonald with the rough hands and the cold steel suction cups of the milking machine by the warm handed studly Jimbo. For that, she would gladly become the man’s play thing forever.
Now that I’m done alternately laughing at and being mystified by it:
Can their love overcome the fact that he is way more than a little bit country?
Save a horse…ride a cow.
Margie knew Bart and his “friend” were more bull than she could handle.
And the Cow goes “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Todd grabbed his cow and stomped from the room. This was the last time he and his cow were laughed at. Who knew moving to rural Minnesota would be such a mistake? He vowed that he would find the One Woman who fit his new creed “love me, love my cow”, and put an end to this ridiculous cow tipping business once and for all!
I carry this cow around to show that I am hung like a bull!
It was her last chance at love. Hank was the last sort of man she thought would even look at her, much less give her a roll in the hay. But Bessie knew this would be her last fling.
Or: Hank was hung like a bull… Too bad he couldn’t do anything without bringing along Mrs. Fluffikins.
So, it’s a cow….you got a problem with that? Hey, what can I say. I’m an udder delight!
His tender touch flung her beyond the stars to the Milky Way…