'Grab a hammer, ' the red-necked dairy farmer said.
'What for I asked, it's just six in the morning? '
'You'll see, ' red-neck said. 'They calved last night.'
'They? ' I asked.
'Yeah, the heifers, and we don't keep bull calves.'
'What do you do with them? ' I innocently asked.
'Use your hammer, wack 'em on the head, cut their
guts open, here's a knife, and feed 'em to the pigs.'
I couldn't believe what I'd heard, so I threw the hammer
at his feet and said: 'Stick the hammer up your arse you
disgusting piece of excrement, ' and walked away from
an experience I've tried hard to forget.
jerry hughes
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