Milking the cow for all it’s worth

Some people really know how to milk a cow for all it’s worth but where do you draw the line of greed or almost abuse of a situation?

I recently moved to a small town that this phrase could apply to several people who claim to be doing good in the community when in reality they are really sucking the town dry.

One couple who lost their baby raised $250k to build a playground in our neighborhood.

At first I thought that’s great they are really doing a lot for the community.  Those poor people lost their child.  Like I felt bad for them.  Then they started asking for more money on a go fund me page on Facebook.  Being that it is a small town I heard several stories as to where it started to anger me.  One being that they still had over $150k in their bank.  The other was that other people were perplexed over the situation as well.  The problem is that it has now been 3 years of the death of their baby but they use this pity card to get more donations for the playground.  I mean they are now considered a charity organization.  I don’t know I just find the whole thing strange and weird in all honesty.

I mean I hate to sound heartless but please stop using your dead baby as a form of income.  They are constantly reminding everyone on Facebook by showing pictures and stuff.  I mean I know it would be a mother’s worst fear but move on with your life and quit dwelling on the past and making people feel sorry for you.  Have another baby or adopt a child but please stop with the pity card.  

Another guy recently started a go fund me page for a friend who has Cancer.  He raised his goal of $3k but he then raised it to 10k and will not stop making posts.  He uses Facebook as a platform to sell and now he’s selling his cancer friend and I wouldn’t doubt if he doesn’t pocket some of the money raised.

  

It’s like their heart originally was in the right place but somehow $$ turned it into the wrong place.

Commissioning Bob Dylan’s bathe

because I got the Abe Lincoln tellatub and have already commissioned the portable bobcat claw foot wanna sponge Bobbie Dickie with my manna milk and honey Nita cheer eioh yeah milk shaken’ it up because my milkshakes bring Bob Dylan to my yard that he founded many moons ago Columbus style in another galaxy called Bobsung rite Adah Bobbana he’s in need of my manna and it sure as heck ain’t Hannah Montana.

Cause I canna canna can!  

I know I can!  Bob the builder says yes we can!

Screaming night blues & Bob Dylan

for my friends....

I am standing here crying under the full moon. Every night seems a little longer than the last. And

you, you’re off fucking somebody else. We dragged it out under a cold bridge in winter. Train tracks

of misery…….just roll on by

You looked so foxy in that fake fur coat

and you wrote me long mystical letters of love

You told me of your visions, and that husband of yours

who beat you bad and stuck a gun in your mouth

and you wanted all of me even my friends.

Every waking moment I was yours

then I fled to the mountains, a storm brewing, and the man on the hill

got pissed on altar wine again, you screaming at me I screaming at you.

Wind blowing blues.

Nights blackest night.

And not long after…fuck not long after I heard you were screwing another man.

I’m punching these keys…

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Dear Higher Self,

Not sure who to dear right now and thought what the HeyBob shoot for my Higher Self since I’m apparently a lizard reptillian HYBob Bride in waiting that should be handled with Tender loving care and R•E•S•P•E•C•T by now!  I can go both ways bitcheze a lil 1/2-N-half + sugar to Ho•Spice and everything FUNd with my gigantic wild bean stalk knocking on Bobbies Golden Rocket Boobie cents the Dickie is mine Bitcheze, better get out of line and read the do not disturb sign out of sight out of time out he’s in my mind and you can’t find that on your ticket stub. 

 

BobbaRang Commercial

Bob bob bob Bob Bob ba Rang

My bobbarang 

he got me bobbing  and a rolling stonen my Bobbarang.

Announcer says:

Looks like a banana but taste like a Bobbamma.

People say:

Who’s ever heard of a Bobbamma or edible phones before!

Announcer says:

That’s right you can eat your Bobbarang and it will always come back!

The ancient alien guy with big hair is saying:

The Bobbarang has to be from aliens!

David Icke is saying:

The Bobbarang is a Reptillian phone!

Alex Jones is saying:

“I heard it has a probing device for pop s’mores.  The $&@& is getting crazy as folks singers paying the fiddler.

Show these three dudes playing with the Bobbarang acting crazy as fuck as “Alien”by Kanye west and Katie perry song play.

Chrissie says:

Not all Bobbarangs are shaped alike.

Bob Dylan says:

We also came out with a boobarang that is being liesins by a shrink dick Boobie agreement Patent that I read about.

Back to the Doe Version 4.24.15

     Rudolph left Saint James Hotel and returned back to Grizzly bear cave to send out the bear scraps from the Please Bobbee store.  The Grizzlies bear cubs were home sick and mama bear is Very ill from the War.  Papa bear is back home from the War and actually helping poor Rudie list the bear scraps. 

    Rudie knows the Rudolph games are looking more promising now and people are starting to even root for them with the help of the Magick Eraser man.  

   The other day out in the For-Rest Rudie ran into the Fairey named Howdie Ho.  (Note: from a previous version of this story you will understand that Rudie was previously referring to the tiny magick pen is mushrooms were coated in chocolate from the factory).  She had  her two chicks with her and was about to fly to another fairey festival in Louieville.  She put Rudie in charge of locking her chicks every night at 8pm till her return.  Rudie was slightly nervous with such a big responsibility but knew she could do it as long as she took her Bob-Polar meds.

   Rudie was doing a lot better now since she went on her Bob-Polar meds.  Howdy Ho let her borrow a book by Ernest Hemingway, called,  “A moveable feast”.  Rudie was really enjoying the book and she started to miss writing.  She loved Hemingways style of writing and now she wants to get more by him.

Rudie is counting down until she sees Bob Dylan and still wishing to finally meet him face to face.  (Note: the other stories will go into her Bob Dylan fixation in further detail.)