
I get picked out of the crowd to be made a fool of at the pig races. After making some comment about the poor guy that just got selected I was the next victim. In the spirit of good fun I made my way into the ring. After losing the obstacle course race to the other fellow I walked away with my ribbon... knowing in my heart I was the better milker of the fake cow. My sister thought it made for a great laughfest.
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Don't you love it when your siblings make fun of you? Happens all the time with me.
LOL
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