Though it's still nipping at my heels, I think I can be free long enough to hastily put together a Cow Week finale. You'll have to bear through mediocre to poor writing, because it's difficult to be coherent while keeping Life at bay.
My dad majored in agricultural something something economics. In one class, he and his classmates had to work with a fistulated cow.
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In this class, the students donned long rubber gloves and inserted their arms into the cow's stomach. Then, the cow in question startled suddenly, sloshing its stomach content onto an unfortunate student.
Cow insides. On the student. Need I say more?
With that, I will have to bring my Cow Week post to a close, as Life lingers threateningly.
With forty-five minutes left, I wish you a happy National Cow Week!