Among the underground fraternity of espionage professionals, she is known only as the asset. The result of a top-secret agricultural experiment, she sleeps in her hypnothermic sensory deprivation chamber as she awaits her next assignment. Once activated, she pursues her target with unyielding determination. She speaks every language, knows every local custom, blends into any surrounding. She is deadly. She is unstoppable. She is… Bessie: Cow Assassin.
We’ve seen too much, Sharon H.
She does look very determined. What is the back story I wonder?
How long do you have to wait to swim after eating if you have four stomachs?
😀 ! 😀 !
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?Oh, Allein, I love you.
She doing her impersonation a manatee.
OK lets try this with glasses on.
She’s doing her impersonation of a manatee.
A couple times my boss has sent me emails from her phone without putting on her reading glasses. I’ll come into work to find something in my inbox along the lines of “We the treasures the echelons to keep daringly.” I’m always tempted to reply in kind.
Everything I read before I get a needed lens-prescription change seems way more entertaining than what it actually says.
Also, “We the treasures the echelons to keep daringly” seems like the opening line of an avante-avante-garde poem.
Agreed. I love “Misconstrued Lyrics”, too aka Mondegreens. e.g. “There’s a Bathroom on the Right”.
Mooston, we have a problem…
As G-d is my witness, I thought cows could swim.
There was just a rescue of a cow in a swimming pool near me! It happened after dark, so this picture isn’t related.
The cow is doing fine now.
If she’s ever posing as a baker’s wife, don’t shop there.
The pies are awful!
Sneaky.