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Go [HERE] for an intrepid tale of fluffy gay cocks and demonic chickens and 4-H.

All right, this particular tale also takes place in Canada, when we lived on a game farm (Mainly, we had animals for fun, not profit…and the occasional eating. Hmmm…cow I raised from a calf, you are fat and tasty!)

In case you didn’t know, which you probably don’t, because I like to keep my uber-geeky side somewhat hidden, I was in the 4-H club. For those of you unfamiliar with this club, it’s basically farm kids with nothing better to do than groom their cocks and show them off to random people called ‘judges’ at fairs. Of course, I wasn’t in chicken 4-H until my 3rd year in the club, I was in the goat 4-H. However, the sentence ‘groom their cocks’ was too tempting to pass up.

Now, this is probably an unknown fact, but 4-H is EXTEREMLY competitive. Why? I have no idea. There was no monetary prizes, just ribbons and cheap-ass plastic trophies. Freudian slip, folks. I originally wrote weapons, instead of ribbons. That just goes to show how I view my time in 4-H. Never enough weapons.

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[rashaka.livejournal.com]

My dad bought 1/4 cow once that was 4-H (how I came to know what you're talking about), and it pieces filled up like our entire second freezer. He said it's name was Toby, so for like two months we went around making jokes about "eating Toby" and "let's have some of Toby for dinner!" and stupidly funny stuff like that.

:P

[sithjawa.livejournal.com]

Because the font was so small, I had to read that sentence four times just to see that it actually said "groom their cocks" and not "grease their cocks" ...


Slightly less disturbed now. Only slightly, though.

[rwp.livejournal.com]

Thought you'd like to know. I added another Childhood story. You seem to be getting quite a kick out of them.

[puchuupoet.livejournal.com]

How come my 4-H experience wasn't like that? Serves me right for sticking with the rabbits and guide dogs. Thanks for the rec. It's nice to hear farm stories.

My friend raised market goats, and ended up naming them Dinner, Lunch, and Freezer :p

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[xoverau.livejournal.com]

Weapons! *dies* Ahhh, good old 4-H.