This here bringer of the pooper to the fun party

The interrupting cow

I became known as the Cow Lady on the trip to Bangladesh because whenever we saw a cow, and that was often, I had to stop and take a picture. There just aren’t many cows roaming the streets of Salt Lake City like they do in that country. One cow got very upset that I took his picture without his permission and then proceeded to moo at me for a good ten minutes. A mean moo. And I was all, DUDE. You’re going to be on the Internet!

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