This is Relevant to My Interests

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23 Comments on “This is Relevant to My Interests”

  1. For similar purposes at Aullwood Farm, they put colored chalk in a leather harness – makes the rams look like escapees from a leather daddy bar. And when they fight for dominance, well, let’s just say it doesn’t help things.

    Please don’t ever write a book that goes with that image.

  2. Sue is too extreme. He obviously has read the book and liked it so much he thought to give some free advertising.

    At least he died the sheep himself and didn’t wake up to blue sheep ” baaing” at him.

  3. O-H-I-O. Where the sheep are scared and the men have watched “Blue Velvet” one too many times.

    Oh the humanity!!!

  4. Lol, I love it. The Android’s Dream. I hope the next article you link to has someone using WallBall sneakers. I will say no more in hopes that people will pursue a novel written by a certain someone pertaining to blue sheep.

  5. […] and the embarrassed farmer, who asked not to be named, got one good look before he went somewhere warm, wet, and suffocating.

                    — definitely not quoted from TAD p.101

  6. It’s Cal Worthington and his dog Spot sheep [spoiler deleted]!

     

    If you’re hoping to appease Narf win-Getag
        with the last remaining ovine of the flock,
    Which he’s hoping you can’t do
        choose another sort of ewe —
    Go see Cal, go see Cal, go see Cal …


                    
    <voice mix=”over”>
    Cal Worthington Pastures — where the freeways meet in Downey!
    </voice>

  7. Hmmm…that’s not quite the color I had envisioned. The farmer does, indeed, deserve a copy of the book.

  8. Yeah, suing would be a bad idea; he might countersue for advertising reimbursement.

    Nicole @2: Probably something along the lines of this being one time when blue balls are a good thing (for the sheep, anyway).

  9. Blue dye and sheep sex…Does your branch of the SCA engage in reenactments of Pictish religious rites?

    Or as Elmer Fudd used to say: “Why don’t we do it in the woad?”

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