So you know how I keep telling you that I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere?
Exhibit #19485: They move the cows from pasture to pasture by herding them down the street in front of my house (ps, I live in town!).
Also, I know the guy on the horse, and I also know what he drinks (it used to be Coors, but after electrocuting himself 5 years ago in a puddle of water while working under his truck on something, he switched to Budweiser).
It truly is a small town. Not a bad place to raise a kid.
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