hey_diddle_cheeseburger kingsuperspecial Once upon the time The Cow saw The Moon and said; "fuck it - I'm there." after some complicated logistics I won't take the time to detail, our Cow tossed on a leather jacket and soared into the stratosphere. soon space was upon her, the stars glistening like sprinkles on a doughnut in an ant's dream, the earth a giant cookie below. The moon was just beyond the horizon, and all seemed well. It was just about then that The Moon, having recently returned from making a bunch of high school lovers knock each other up, came around the horn and spied Mrs. Cow in flight. quick as a wink, he grabbed a 30/30 lever-action rifle (loaned to him by John Wayne) and picked The Cow off in mid-flight. The dense lead slug trepanated the bovine cranium with ease, slicing hot through emotion, memory, motorfucktions, and dreams of greener pastures. Ms Kow was dead in a blink, and did not suffer one bit (so FUCK OFF, you p.e.t.a freaks). Due to the wonders of inertia, the CowCarcass sped onward, and for a moment The Moon contemplated this event. Would the Cow continue infinitely, randomly missing all substance in it's path, and find the edges of the unknown? Or would a black hole or other gravitational force subjugate the flight path, trapping The Cow's remains in orbit around some lonely black oassis. These thoughts were passing speculation, however. In a flash The Moon whipped out a sesame seed bun to catch The Cow in mid-flight as she lifelessly spun past. In a wink he produced some orange american cheese and a tear of iceberg lettuce, making an tasty burger upon which to knosh. "Too bad there's no goddamn ketchup", he mumbled sourly. the end. 010723 ... volatile poor cow... all dead and stuff... 011008 what's it to you? who go blather from