An absolutely typical day here in 'Billville'...
As we all know, the guy who co-owns this farn is named Bill. (I say co-owns, because it's recently been confirmed that it was his wife's Dad's farm first, not his Dad's, like we'd been allowed to believe...which explains A LOT, by the way...)
As we also already know, Bill is not the brightest crayon in the box. By far.
Here is a typical day dealing with this nut:
5:00am-Be out in the parlor setting up.
6:00am-Bill's son Bob shows up. Pissed. Ask what's up, find out that Bill wants you to hurry milking to be done ASAP so you can help unload the bales of hay out of the wagons that you will need tonight for hayrides. All 10 of 'em. Ignore the fact that this shit has been in these stupid wagons for days and the fact that the dipshit runnin' the show knows exactly when the Agritainment starts, because he's directly involved with it. Also have about 15 feet of feed that must be removed from silo TODAY, taken to the other feed lot, packed and covered. Ignore also the fact that the dipshit runnin' the show knows this, too.
6:45am-Stop helping Bob milk while attempting to set new land speed record. Go feed the cows.
8:00am-Run in house, inhale some kinda God-knows-what (knowing Eric, it was the cold garlic pizza from last night) for 'breakfast'.
8:15am-Go help unload these $#!*?! wagons.
9:30 am-See Bill go in for his breakfast. Know that you will not see him again, until around 10:15-10:30am. Start to empty silo.
Keep emptying silo til 1:00pm. Watch Bill and 5 stupid teenagers empty last wagon or two. Note that it takes them approximately two hours to accomplish this.
1:15-2:00pm-Inhale more cold pizza while going to auto tag place to make car completely legal. Yay!
2:15pm-Go back out to work, hoping to get started on afternoon feed loads knowing you need to be done early again, so you can drive the hay rides, due to start at 8:00pm.
2:20pm-Climb into feed tractor and key ignition. Hear Nextel radio beep. Cuss. Answer radio "Yes, Bill?". Hear that he needs you to help put straw in now empty hay wagons and move them all to the agritainment area. Cuss some more. Turn off and exit tractor.
2:30-3:45pm-Do all this dumb shit with the wagons.
3:50pm-Drop last wagon in the field and stare in amazement as it begins to pour while you're on your way back to milking parlor.
4:45pm-See Bill run screaming into the parlor to escape the rain, which has just poured again for about the fifth time. Laugh to yourself.
5:00pm-Hear Bill radio son's wife, Kelly, to have her call and cancel all events for this evening, due to rain.
5:03pm-See rain stop and sun come out. Doesn't rain again til after midnight. 5:04pm for the rest of your life-Believe in karma. This shit actually happened today. My hand to God....
Comments
1
Farm livin' is the place to be. You get alergic smellin' hay?
Posted by: Dax Montana at September 28, 2003 04:27 AM (c1Spc)
2
Nah. I'm way more like Eb than Lisa.
Posted by: Stevie at September 28, 2003 05:57 AM (c443x)
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