Optimistic Paranoid said:Cleaning stalls is one thing. I grew up on an old fashioned farm. We had to load the manure pile into a manure spreader every spring so it could go onto the fields.
Taste didn't bother me as I had enough time to close my mouth, but when I tried to breathe it got sucked up my nose. Almost 50 years ago and it still bothers me, I guess I got a case of PTSD farm boy style.highdesertranger said:hey bullfrog, what did it taste like? when we worked cattle by the end of the day the coral would get pretty slippery, no what I mean. the ground crew would have it all over us. so one time when we were all pretty stanky, I asked for tortilla chips, everyone stopped working and looked funny at me. finally one old cowboy said, "what the hell do you want tortilla chips for we still got a lot of work to do?" I told him I wanted to get some of this guacamole off my pants. that busted everybody up, the old cowboy was laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall off his horse. highdesertranger
Optimistic Paranoid said:Cleaning stalls is one thing. I grew up on an old fashioned farm. We had to load the manure pile into a manure spreader every spring so it could go onto the fields.
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