Saturday, June 29, 2013

Animals are weird.

The next few images are rather gruesome.

Bear with me. 
I skipped some parts because I really didn't wanna draw afterbirth or placenta.

You people should thank me.

Except for this picture. It's really creepy. 

Because honestly, the first thought about anything slimy coming out of you shouldn't be "Dude, that looks delicious!" 

Don't get me wrong, I know it's to get rid of all the gunk so the baby can breath and to give the baby rough rubbing to say "Hey, you're alive!!" 

But I don't know, maybe there should be a *little* revulsion in the face of the cow. 

Maybe I'm just wack. That's probably the case.

I would be a terrible mother animal, I know.

I'd probably hand it to someone else and say "Hey, lick this for me."



That's all for today.

I must be off.

You're welcome.


Friday, April 26, 2013


So, because I am lazy, I drew you this filler art to keep you entertained.


Watch out, Mcdonalds.



PS. I wish I had something better then old style paint, but hey. Take what you can and give nothing back.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

My daily life.

I love my job.

And no, that's not sarcasm. :D

Sorry this blog is so late.

But a girl's gotta play Skyrim.


Sunday, February 3, 2013

Feedin' da bullz.

So this is the story all about how I got to feed the bulls instead of the cows, I'd like to take a moment just sit right there, I'll tell you all about how a bull licked me hair. (That actually happened.)

So, the other time ago, (Yes, I'm saying that. Eat it and die, Grammar Nazis! Ahahahaha) I got to feed the bulls.

This is how they usually greet me as I walk by.
The posture and pretend they aren't watching me and snort deeply.

But then, they notice I was going to the feed barrel.

Then they become a whole other being. 

Imagine this: An almost 2 ton cow dancing around slamming on slates. It's quite intimidating. 

And yes, the one bull also flails his tongue around.

After this wild ordeal and you go put the barrel back, as you walk past the the transformation has happened again.

And they are back to being big fuzzy mean bulls. Although, now that they are used to me and know I don't fear them, they come up and let me scratch them. They even pump they're heads up and down a little to assist in the scratching.
Even though I don't trust them, I do like them. 
Even when the lick me. 

That occurs on an almost daily basis. It happens to all the other workers too, apparently.

Anyways, I'm heading out of this blog now.

Scratch you later bro!


Friday, January 4, 2013


Some cows just wanna watch the world burn.

Cleaning tons of poop with tiny little wipes is really hard. 

Also there's this cow that has two big festers. one on her lower leg that has already burst and leaks all over, and one on her upper leg the size of a beach-ball and growing. I just hope that doesn't burst while she's in the parlour. 
If it does and I get some on me, don't put me out after I set myself on fire. Let me go out with a little dignity.

That's all for now!

Sorry that I missed several weekends.... I blame society. 

Peace out!


Sunday, November 25, 2012

It's the weekend!

Hello peoplez! 

So this week I've been working hard and getting dirty.

I had to clean out a combine head. And a Flex head.
So basically I have to twist my body among metal spokes to pull out stalks of Soy and corn. I took a chunk of skin off my arm doing it. 

Did you know it was possible to impale yourself with a stalk of soy?

Because I didn't. Til now. 
Needless to say, after I yanked out the tree branch and tidied up the blood, I put on gloves.

So to clean it out I have this air blower dealio thingy to blow the chaff and junk out. But before I used it I'd clean out the big stuff.

It didn't help much. 

No matter how much you pull out with your hands, the air blower finds more to cover you with. 
Every time I horked a loogie it was mud. It was awful. 
Next time Keith asks me to clean out a header I will say yes. BUT IT WILL HAVE A TINY BIT OF HESITATION.

That's right.

I'm a rebel.

Same thing when I have to wash the slates, except it's not chaff from soy; it's poop. And it gets on my eyelids. And everywhere else.

The good thing is though the after I blow out all the chaff and stuff I get to drive the skidsteer. :D :D

                                                    Because it's seriously so much fun to drive.

Anyways, that is all for now. Apparently I have stuff to do today. Also, We have snow!!! I am SO PLEASED. I love snow so much.

Cheerio people!