Look: What goes on at my farm is none of your business.
If I want to call the two person tent in my yard a ‘barn’ its a barn.
If I begin digging a feces trench from my three seasons porch towards your yard, that sounds like a personal decision that really doesn’t involve you.
Where my sewage sluice will end up is for me to know and you to find out.
Seriously. I’m sick of your notes on my porch suggesting that you’ll “call the Humane Society, PETA, or the police” because my cow milking process replaces ‘cows’ with runaway dogs and ‘milking’ with blood letting.
Remember: Family owned farms are the backbone of America.
And my farm in particular will soon be building a silo filled with runaway dogs’ spines.
I don’t want to be a bad neighbor. I don’t. That’s why I built my moat so deep and my gun range berm so high.
So let’s just say that if you put in a good word for me at the “Concerned Neighbors Task Force Meeting” tomorrow, I’ll hook you up with fresh cow’s milk for a year. (wink wink)
Those winks don’t insinuate a bribe.
Ryan McGivern
KPHO in Phoenix AZ: http://www.kpho.com/news/15579448/detail.html
