SomaCow

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God, I watched that movie WAY too many times. Okay, J’s Daughter got hitched, but he doesn’t think of it so much as he lost a daughter as he has gained a loan. In a very real, and legally binding way. (watched that one too many times as well).

So we discussed the big to-do, and agreed that it is far, far too hot in July to sit by the pool, much less stand layered in piles of corduroy and sheepskin and lederhosen and whatever the hell else J was dressed in during the ceremony.

Congrats to him and his!

We also discussed the worst ways to die, which we never really nailed down. Comment us back, if you would, and sound off on what you believe would be the worst way to go. I usually picture being stuck in an elevator with Rachel. Not as a worst way to die, just a way I tend to pass time. Mmm… Angry Feminazi Elevator Action!

Okay, but BEYOND that, we did not at any point refer to Mr. Rupert Murdoch, nor did we disparage his character in any way. We certainly did not imply that he loves to grow weed.

Robot Cow Milking? Look… Sometimes a topic slips through even my incredibly discerning filters. All I can say is, Robot Cow Milking.

And we round up on the Lottery (Shit! I forgot to play! Someone get me a ticket, and if it wins, let me know!) - J wants to know if you play, how you play, and whether you care that you are funding terrorism by playing. Oh. Education. I thought he had said terrorism… Mea Acapulco!

All this and more could be yours if you just click that cow, baby.

Also played the following fine selections of audio:

The Dollyrots - Turn You Down
Sullivan - F-Stop
Gym Class Heroes - The Queen and I
Dr Steel - Build the Robots
The OMGWeeeees - Joey Montage Medley