I used to love the smell of a dairy farm. When I was about seven, there was one not far from my neighborhood. I used to watch the cows from a stone wall that surrounded the pasture. When I got home, my mother would holler how I smelled like cow flop. I loved it, she couldn’t stand it.
I used to love the smell of a dairy farm. When I was about seven, there was one not far from my neighborhood. I used to watch the cows from a stone wall that surrounded the pasture. When I got home, my mother would holler how I smelled like cow flop. I loved it, she couldn’t stand it.