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Whirlpool Bovine

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Someone needs to invent a silly straw long enough for a cow to drink a fruity cocktail while sitting in a hot tub. I would let him hold it while in the tub but hoofs and glasses don’t mix. Putting it on the edge of a hot tub and letting him drink from a regular straw would just lead to spilling. A extra long cow silly straw that reaches from the bar to the hot tub would be perfect.

Like an oasis in the middle of the desert we suddenly found ourselves surrounded by waterfalls, palm trees, and a fully stocked bar. While I gravitated towards the promise of giant pieces of fruit garnishing a glass full of alcohol, Mr. C. Cow hopped right into the hot tub. Traveling in a camper does a number on a cow back and hot water seems to help. Maybe we should stay for a while and learn to hula dance. Or make coconut bras.  The sound of the ocean waves mixed with rum seemed to make all of our stress disappear. Maybe I’ll take a nice nap in a hammock….

When  I woke up I found myself back in the camper. The palm trees and silly straws had disappeared. Was it really just an oasis? Did we just dream about paradise? Did Mr. C. Cow just carry me back to the camper while I was asleep?

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Jak’s Place

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Big Cheese of Kinkhead Creations. Writer/Designer/All Around Awesome. An "Artist".

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