I had a girlfriend that fancied herself quite the cowgirl. I mean, we'd go out to a country place and she'd put on the Wranglers, boots, hat, ugly-ass shirt, the whole shebang. Well, years ago we moved up to McEwan, which at that time had cattle just to the north.
One night just after we moved there, we could hear cattle lowing, and, concerned, she asked, "What the hell is that noise?"
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