It was the pot calling the cattle back.
Edit: Thank you for the awards.
I was expecting this to go noticed like most of my other posts. You peeps rock!
I said "That means it's pasture bedtime."
The steaks were high.
Can you smell carrots?
The other replies ‘Well, I’m a big metal fan.’
and he counted 396 of them.
But once he rounded them all up, he had 400.
Then it hit me
"That's the goal at least."
Finally the wolf died and the baby lamb walked out of the wolf and rejoined it’s momma in the flock of sheep. Turns out the wolf died of internal bleating.
All credit goes to my coworker.
He scored a home run every single at bat, and always the exact same way. Way over right field, too high for anyone to reach, and it always landed in exactly the 17th row of the stands, give or take a couple feet.
He earned the nickname “the machine” for how consistently he hit the exact same spot every time. Right field, 17th row, every single time. He did this for 20 years before he retired. Tickets to the 2-3 seats that the ball always landed on sold for over $2k a pop by the time he retired because you were guaranteed at least a couple home run balls.
And the day he retired a reporter asked him “How does it feel to be retiring as the greatest hitter of all time?”
Hugh just looked at the reporter puzzled. “What do you mean?” He said.
The reporter clarified “literally over 5,000 times you went to the plate and hit a home run to right field, 17th row of the stands!”
Hugh looked dejected and disappointed “yeah, my greatest failure...”
“What do you mean?” Said the reporter incredulously.
Hugh let’s out a long sigh, and looked down at the ground quietly for a moment before finally speaking.
“I’ve been aiming left this whole time”
It was a knick-knack paddy whack
So he could Rest in Peas.
Thatcher in the rye.
He broke the seed limit
Guy #2: That would explain why they look so grainy
An oldie but a goodie.
...turned out grainy.
But that's just a ballpark number.
He felt right at home.
Now the steaks are high.
Corn-tine
Sir Prise
It was a torneighdo.
When he rounded them up, he had 200.
Shear luck.
Cow eight.
Yeah it’s kind of a running joke. The kids always throw it around. Everyone is quick to jump on an opportunity to tell it.
Apparently, it was the first ever case of a knick-knack-paddy-whack.
What a great lawn moo-er!
I said "It's pasture bedtime."
Can you smell carrots?
"I'm a huge metal fan"
I said “It’s pasture bedtime”.
It was the pot calling the cattle back.
They Moooooved.
It was the pot calling the cattle back
It was the pot calling the cattle back.
The other windmill says: "I'm a big metal fan."
and after he rounded them up he had 300
Because the pot was calling the cattle back.
The other replies “I’m a pretty big metal fan.”
