Full Of Bull
I knew from her mannerisms that my college student Bambi was somewhat of a country bumpkin but didn’t expect how far I’d have to drive to get to her house and how much of a stereotypical hillbilly her father would end up being. “I’m just a little concerned,” I said to the man in overalls on the porch. “Because when I asked Bambi why she was always drinking from this jug of milk that doesn’t smell like milk at all and looks more like yogurt, she said she was allergic to cow milk and could only drink bull milk? She’s getting teased a lot because of it, and I wanted to see where she picked up this misunderstanding about male cows giving milk.” “Hee hee hee, oh boy, she’s been drinking this stuff for years.” …