The Cow And I

The Shining

Guy thinks his meat is haunted. It may be, but it's not nearly the poltergeist with whom I occasionally communicate in my tummy, after filling up with beef. It makes me do things, like grab the tums or rolaids. Lie down and stretch out. Rub my belly. And it dances around in there for a while. Every so often it emits foul stenches like only the most rancid haint fumes from beyond the grave.

But it's beef, and I love it, every shining ounce of it, so I can stand a little haunting now and again, right?

Posted by eric at June 10, 2004 08:31 AM