Redneck Stonehedge

[Runner Coug]

Originally Posted by il Padrino Ute

My parents would send me to work on the farm for disciplinary reasons as a teenager. Getting up at 3:00 AM was bad enough, but Grandpa's way of waking me up was just awful - the house was heated by a coal furnace and he'd just bang on the pipes with a wrench.

It did have it's small perks, though. My Grandma used to skim cream off the top of the tank for our oatmeal in the morning. Tasty.

[TripletDaddy]

Originally Posted by Runner Coug

It did have it's small perks, though. My Grandma used to skim cream off the top of the tank for our oatmeal in the morning. Tasty.

You are talking about cows milk, right?

[Goatnapper'96]

Originally Posted by Runner Coug

I knew I liked you for some reason, il Pad. My Gramps had 300 head. He died from accidentally stabbing himself in the thigh and being too stubborn to go to the doc. A blood clot got loose and killed him.

Grandma died at 3 AM one day, on her way to milk the cows for the 1,678,584th time in her life.

Although I do have to admit, I thank God daily that my Dad moved away from that place. I spent summers helping Granny milk the cows, and hated every minute of it. Mostly because I always got stuck shoveling the cow crap out of the holding pen twice a day.

I will always be jealous of fine men allowed to fondle secondary mammory glands for a living, albeit from the bovine species.

Just slap iodine on that tiddy and squeeze milk!