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Oh looky, it's 9:01 a.m. Goat watching time. I'm trying to cut down on looking at goats before 9 a.m.
Me after six shots of Fireball........
BAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!I can smell this thread. Wanna know why?
Some of you may have seen me comment over my time here that I grew up on a Native Reservation and then a farm. What i may not have mentioned is it was a goat farm. At our peak, we had 2500 angoras, 500 cashmeres and 200 assorted nubian, french alpine and pygmies. I know more than I ever wanted to know about goats. I hear goats braying in my dreams. I hear the kids screaming for their dead mothers at night. I smell them in my clothes still. I can still feel the warm and slimy amniotic fluid coating my arm after having to assist one birthing. The smell of lanolin infects my senses.
I cannot stand goat cheese or milk because of this. I find no joy in them any more. Bah humbug to goats.
I am shaking my fist at you...BAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once upon a time, a blonde became so sick of hearing blonde jokes that she had her hair cut and dyed brown. A few days later, as she was driving around the countryside, she stopped her car to let a herd of goats pass.I can smell this thread. Wanna know why?
Some of you may have seen me comment over my time here that I grew up on a Native Reservation and then a farm. What i may not have mentioned is it was a goat farm. At our peak, we had 2500 angoras, 500 cashmeres and 200 assorted nubian, french alpine and pygmies. I know more than I ever wanted to know about goats. I hear goats braying in my dreams. I hear the kids screaming for their dead mothers at night. I smell them in my clothes still. I can still feel the warm and slimy amniotic fluid coating my arm after having to assist one birthing. The smell of lanolin infects my senses.
I cannot stand goat cheese or milk because of this. I find no joy in them any more. Bah humbug to goats.
NOOOOOO! Replace all those memories with the sweet babies frolicking. You had to have a few special goats in all of those!I can smell this thread. Wanna know why?
Some of you may have seen me comment over my time here that I grew up on a Native Reservation and then a farm. What i may not have mentioned is it was a goat farm. At our peak, we had 2500 angoras, 500 cashmeres and 200 assorted nubian, french alpine and pygmies. I know more than I ever wanted to know about goats. I hear goats braying in my dreams. I hear the kids screaming for their dead mothers at night. I smell them in my clothes still. I can still feel the warm and slimy amniotic fluid coating my arm after having to assist one birthing. The smell of lanolin infects my senses.
I cannot stand goat cheese or milk because of this. I find no joy in them any more. Bah humbug to goats.
I don't think those are goats.Hump day on a goat farm!
I believe they’re a type of wild mountain goat, but I can’t be 100% sure of it. Perhaps Hoss could provide us with a precise answer, as he seems to be an expert on the subject.I don't think those are goats.
Oh Gawd... completely read this wrong!Me after six shots of Fireball........
I don't think those are goats.
I believe they’re a type of wild mountain goat, but I can’t be 100% sure of it. Perhaps Hoss could provide us with a precise answer, as he seems to be an expert on the subject.
Oh those poor pups! The goat just wants to play.