Chat’s with Bill
My friend Bill – aka The Goober – lives in a straw bail house he built in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico with two kids and his super cool Welder Wife. We always have disturbingly strange chats… that generally go like:
goober: hi ben!
ben: morning goat fucker
goober: once you know goats you’ll never have sheep!
ben: so i’ve heard
goober: would you like to see our goats?
ben: i’m against anything living in cages – so i’d have to set them free
do you wear catholic robes whilst tending to the goats?
ben: NSFW goat pics
ben: not safe for work – GOAT PORN
goober: the goats do get out to a pasture to rummage for weeds
ben: i’ve heard they make great lawn mowers
goober: and they fatten easily.
ben: do you actually eat your poor goats?
ben: that’s kind of sinister. i mean – there’s shooting some random person on the street (fun!) and then there’s raising a kid and eating him for dinner… that’s kind of fucked up
goober: do you eat meat?
ben: not meat that lives with me
goober: this is my victory garden in action
ben: huh? i’m afraid
goober: food production thats all. I try to not get attached to the short timers.