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| Well children, we now begin our farm trip, now keep quiet and listen to farmer Jackoff | |
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| It's Jarkofski! Well children you're in luck, as today one of the cows is going to give birth | |
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| Wow... that's gross. I mean yippee doesn't that sound great!? We're actually going to see the miracle of life before our very eyes! | |
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| Yep and as an extra special treat Mr. Sprocker is going to deliver the calf, along with the farm vet Mr. Jugs | |
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| So Mr. Tits, I guess I'll be more or less just watching... maybe cutting the chord or something right? | |
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| It's Jugs! And no, I thought you might like to take on a more hands on role, it'll be easy enough, as long as you listen very carefully to my instructions | |
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| Oh great, let’s listen about how to fist an old cow, like I need to... After all, I have an ex-girlfriend, ha-ha, oh Tom if only people knew how funny you were... | |
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| Yeah Sprocker, there's no need to listen to me, you're already an expert, and the girlfriend joke - top class! | |
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| Yep thanks for that Mr. Tits, I'm sure I can handle things from here... now Mrs. Cow if you could just turn around and... *squelch* Uh oh... | |
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| Oh my god! I think you severed one of the vital organs! | |
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| Mooo...ooo..oo...o *dead* | |
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| Thanks... not only have you killed Jarkofski's prize cow, you also killed the calf, well done Mr. Sprocker, what will you do for an encore, eat it? | |
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| Um... on the bright side, at least I dodged out the way before the blood got on me... and instead... got you covered in it but hey, I bet you're used to it right? *cough* | |
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| Mr. Sprocker is Mrs. Cow OK? She's not moving... and I don't the see the baby cow | |
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| Of course she is Wendy. After birth the cow sleeps for a very long time... only don't mention it to anyone or Mrs. Cow will hate you | |
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| Okay, I won’t. I'm gonna go pet Mrs. Cow and play in the red rain puddles, thanks for the best trip ever Mr. Sprocker! | |
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| Thank God for permission slips... | |
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--- Is it wrong to laugh?
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