Don't Have a Cow, Man

I cleared the lawn using my lawn-mooer, and as a result, was told that we could go to the moovies. We have to moove quite quickly to get into our seats though. The film was a load of bull however – some action flick by Psycrow, where the majority of the film was udder chaos. It was made up of B-list actors, none of the medium's great moovers and shakers. I had the feeling that given the price of admission, he was trying to milk the audience for all it was worth. Movies are the world's cash cow after all. Though I have to admit, the trailer showed a film that looked quite mooving.

The stampede out of the theatre was quite the bull rush. After that, we went home, where thankfully we live under the one hoof, unlike our poor neighbours who would have to moove out when the cows came home.

The next day I went out, as I was feeling quite horny. But then I was launched into the air by an earthworm wearing a power suit.

Go figure.

A/N

This started from a pun game I had with family members while seeing a group of cows stampeding over a paddock. Ended up jotting it down (with some Earthworm Jim references).