By Car Johnson
I wish more people would collect cow fetuses. It’s hard to go to a party and have to pretend that your interests don’t involve sticking unborn calves in glass jars. Then again, most parties I go to end up with everyone blitzed out of their minds and unconscious on the floor, so it’s not like they’d remember anything I told them. But it’s still hard.
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