So I was doing a little mall walk at Valley View a bit ago and ran into the Chick-fil-A cow mooning about. I stopped and had a chat and wound up giving him a smackeroony on the cow cheek.
Then, to cover my butt, I said, "You're not gay are you?" He--she?--mooed.
I neglected to ask how a milk cow (a Holstein, and not a beef bovine), intent on diverting people from eating beef, came to work for a homophobic fried chicken restaurant. That will have to wait until our next encounter.
(By the way, that is not my belly and I am not pregnant. It is a big sweatshirt.)