Way’s of the Bovine…Part II
Here are more things that you should know about the bovine…
1. Don’t fuck with me, because I will kick down your door wearing leather pants, pose for the classic “hero shot” and then hand you a card with my attorney’s on it – I like to sue, and sue often, but it usual doesn’t go that far because my rivals aquiesce.
2. If you are hungry, and not an enemy, you are welcome to dine at my table, however you must know a few things:
A. Politics are forbidden, I don’t care HOW much I am political or what is going outside in the world except at my table – If you begin talking politics, you will be asked to leave (it’s not a threat, I expect you to go and sit in the front room, I don’t have the patience for those who can’t follow my dinner procedures)
B. There are drinks put out on the table for a reason, drink them, if I had meant to serve you what was in the fridge I would have given it to you
C. If it is likely that a conversation will enrage me to the point where I am no longer hungry, refrain from it, or feel my wrath ::charges up the light sabre::
D. We have a nice 75lb Black Stanard Poodle -the ugly poodle haircut. Pet him on his head, but don’t feed him your table scraps, that’s my job and it’s not good for him to eat table scraps.
3. *NEVER* look through my desk drawers, it is a virtual death sentence for your rights to visit in my room, I have discontinued friendships because of this violation.
4. Hmmm, to tired to continue, more later




