Jerald: Aren't the clouds fabulous today? Look, that one is shaped like an erection! I really should watch where I'm going before I step in a cowpie.
Sarge: Your head is always in the clouds. I came here to frolic with the beasts, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Call me when you're ready to swap meat.
Jerald: Wow, PMS much? I've got just the thing to lift your spirits. Here, smoke this methamphetamine while I fill the trough.
Sarge: Why bother with the trough when they'll eat the hay right out of your hands? (Grunt).
Jerald: Sarge! Did you just climax in your pants? We haven't even made it to the silo yet!
Sarge: Blah blah blah calf? Blah blah blah blah blah grandson!
THE END.
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