I swear, Carl, I thought this would be an cushy gig. Just a lotta jumping around and yelling, take a couple falls, but nobody really gets hurt. I just had no idea that being a masked wrestler was gonna be this hard, man.
Taken at the Montgomery County, MD Agricultural Fair by Ryan C.
Psssssst, they’re cracking down on muddy butties, pass it on!
They’re the tock of the town, Orin Zebest
Same with mine! And I really thought I was gonna ride out the storm, too. I mean, I used the premium straw with the extra tight thatching. But like, one puff and it was totally blown away, man.
Anyway, let’s go hang out at cousin Louie’s. Bet his place is still standing.
“Piglets” by Flickr user Brett Marlow.
Hi, I’m a Silkie. I used to be a cab driver in Manhattan. Now I am a musician. Everyone calls me Bob. I like to take daily walks around the lake. Mostly clockwise. I once went roller skating. Billy Joel is so under appreciated, don’t you think? For me, there is nothing like a good game of croquet. Or is it cricket? Either way, my grandmother was a great knitter. We are planning a funky dance party – perhaps with pimento loaf and mayo sandwiches, washed down with a nice Dom Perignon that daddy has been saving for just such an occasion…
You don’t say, Kim S.!
Aloha. I’m here for the luau.
Mahalo, Stuart, and Jennifer H.
Farmer Ted just took a sudden interest in egg collecting.
Laurel L., your bantam hen really should examine herself.
“Hey, Lenny! I think I found a way outta this prison! We just crawl under this thing and make a break for it! Acapulco, here we come! I can taste the mojitos now…”
“Shh! Quiet, it’s the warden!”
“Boy, oh boy, another fun-filled day of being a pig! This is the life, eh?”
“You said it! I sure hope they serve us slop again for dinner! I love slop!”
Get busy livin’, or get busy styin’, Juliette V.
Hey everybunny, let’s put on a show!
Oh, where art thou Romeo…
Let’s clean up the barn, and do a musical!
Oh noes, I disapprove of snoozicals.
Dress rehearsal. From the top!
Opening night. What if I’m a flop?
Grace E. has upstaged us all with her happy farm bunnies.
This grass aye been in the proud possession o’ the MacGrooff family for nigh o’er 30 generations, laddeh. Me sainted father nibbled it, and his father, as far back as any man kinna knoo. Ach, ’tis a wee patch o’ Heaven ye’ll be tendin’ when last I leave yeh. Ye moost have soberin’ thoughts abou’ the weight of it now, aye?
TribalGirl tells us about these Nigerian dwarf goats: “They live on a suburban farm (yes, a suburban farm) which doubles as a bed and breakfast and also a summer camp.”
[apparently our sender-inner is also known in the comments section as Dances With Goats.]
[Yeeuck, Yeeuck] What are you guyths doing this weekend!!?! Wanna go tip some cows!??!!?!!11!?
Mini lamb partier via Izsmile.
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