In which FHC hears about cow tipping, gets really excited and then a little less

I really did not have time to make an entry as I was very busy doing the professional thingy. The highlight of my day was when, at lunch time, someone from Ohio or something told me about cow tipping. I was having lunch with Juan V., who was hiding his desperation behind a huge pair of sunglasses, and Stefan R., who was hiding his desperation behind a thick accent. We were all very busy not having any decent conversation about my move or my recent divorce until I noticed that some handsome straight guy was there. I have no idea how a straight guy appeared at my workplace but anyway he was the one who told me about cow tipping which is defined as “a hypothetical recreational activity in which a person or group of people sneak up on a standing, sleeping cow and push it over”. This is just unbelievable material. Firstly I had no idea that cows could not get up when they tip over and I had no idea there were such creative and mean little creatures in rural areas. I got quite excited about the whole concept until Jim M. wrote to me: “oh, fabrice, i hate you for so many other things already, this is nothing…another time” in response to my fake excuse to flake out on him this evening.

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[Jim M]

I think you should take it as a compliment.