... and further, further still we sink...
Rob, I am truly saddened by your lack of resistance to Bovine charm on this recent excursion into the welsh equivalent of 'deliverance territory' which has left you blind to such an obvious posing flaw in your chosen subject...
I refer of course to 'exhibit A' the errant piece of straw like material remaining lodged in the object of your affection's left nostril...
I wait with none too degree of small apprehension as to the direction of your journey Dear Friend...
Rob - There are thousands of heart broken sheep bleeting their little hearts out all over the Welsh valleys this morning.
Very nice shot Rob. Well balanced, nice and crisp, sharp as a tack and you have caught a most wonderful expression. However!!! That ain't no woman Rob. me old son. That's but a mere stripling of a pretty young thing. Almost young enough to be 'Jail Bait,' as they say.
Now, this is a real woman! Her name is Bonnie and she is one of our pets! A true princess. Her phone number is.... Mind you, though I like the Aberdeen Angus as a breed, my real love is for Herefords.
I reckon there won't be too much more water under the bridge afore we two gets a bit of curry up from Katy N and Mary, aka Lucy, with a very strict admonition to mend our errant ways!
This thread is turning out to be very moooooving
What happened to the other woman in your life Rob ? I hope you didn't nudge her off the edge of Cadair Idris
I'm with Ken on this, it's time those East Coast girls gave you a stern talking to. Kay was way too soft on you.
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What kind of tea do they serve in Wales.
Don't be fooled by those good looks Rod I heard she's a right cow! What are you going to do with your extra wide top wellies now that sheeps off the menu?
Although perhaps a slight edit is required."To be born Welsh is to be born privileged, not with a sliver spoon in your mouth but music in your blood and poetry in your soul"
"To be born Welsh is to be born privileged, not with a sliver spoon in your mouth but music in your blood, poetry in your soul, and a cow in your heart"
Hmmm... the first time I saw this thread was somewhere 2:30am. When I opened it, I was thinking that maybe the Head Gardener (the 'Human Element' as Willie referred) had gotten a new hair cut or make-over... I should have known better. And then, I saw it... a beautiful black cow. She is beautiful, but... gosh... I was speechless. Then as the middle of my night progressed and I would wake up like I always do, I'd take a peek and ... well... still speechless. I thought maybe that after I woke up with the sun, had some coffee maybe I could compose some thoughts... but, I can't.
I think it may be that I'm still in shock from my morning walk yesterday. I usually walk from my house to the boardwalk and walk the length of the boardwalk and back again... so just under 8 miles. But, I thought I'd take a walk on the wild side and walk from my house, to the boardwalk and then down to the surf and walk the same length, but on the beach. The things I saw while walking that distance on the beach makes you guys and your cows look tame. The things I saw hanging out, barely covered, bouncing, jiggling... I had to come home and wash my eyes out. There I was, in my sports bra (I have the kind where there aint no bouncing taking place, I'm just that kinda girl) , quick dry white tank, light gray New Balance fashionable walking capris... I may as well worn a snowsuit I was so covered in comparison. And if what I saw people not wearing wasn't enough... the things people do on the beach, in public, with little kids around... in the morning... I'm so shocked over that still that the whole cow thing just... seems... well... the new 'thang'.
Sigh... what makes it all worse for me is that I have tried on every. single. swimsuit in a 50 mile radius. Here I am all concerned about what shows and what doesn't, what bounces and jiggles and what doesn't... and I see more than I ever wanted to see on the public beaches of Virginia and then here, at CiC... with guys and cows, bovine gang bang, possible Welsh lesbian cows, and then Seri brings in the sheep...
I'm not Catholic, but I feel this need to gouge my eyes out and go to confession.
...and Mr. K, that's one gorgeous gal, there. er, how's Mrs. Ucci's (is it Glenise? - I'm sorry, I can't quite catch it in my memory) wanderings in Greece progressing, then?
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Yes, cows, I am sure, appreciate your sympathetic nature. They like to be recognized!