Good evening everyone. Today I'm telling the stories of Betsy Ann Bovine and Chicky Fowler. Please note that the stories that follow are a bit raw and as such may offend and not intended for little children. Please read the disclaimer before continuing. Reading onwards from this point means that you wholeheatedly agree with the disclaimer. My name is Betsy Ann Bovine and I used to be a cow and my friend here, Chicky Fowler used to be chicken. There is a saying among you humans that say "You are what you eat!". However, you have no idea what you are actually eating.
Most of you may purchase items such as milk, cheese, butter and meat (chicken, beef etc) in the grocery store on a regular basis. May I suggest that you try to purchase the above mentioned items from companies who source their products from non-hormone pumped cows and chickens? Before you wrap your head around this concept, listen to our story. "When I was still quite young, Farmer *Tom's changed, he started to jab me every day with needles and give me strange tasting tablets. Over time I realised that I was getting quite large. I was almost the size of my mother when I was taken out of the stall and carried to another holding stall. I was then artificially inseminated. When I was returned to my stall, I was jabbed with two needles this time. For many months I was jabbed with multiple needles and ate more tablets. My daughter was born but the celebration was soon to be short lived. The day finally reached when she too started the same journey I did many years ago.I had no time for mourning.Time after time, I was taken from my stall and taken to the holding stall. After I was returned and the many months had passed I would give birth to another. My milk was taken away from my young ones as soon as they were old enough. My sons were sold as veal and my daughters followed in my footsteps. I tried time and time again to try and stop the hormones that were being forcibly injected into myself and my daughters but to no avail. My Farmer Tom no longer had that cherry smile on his face. It was replaced by an evil grin. I was a junkie waiting for my next fix day after day. My favourites being rGBH and BGH. I was now only 4 years old and I would never see the dozens of children I give birth to and I would not live to my mother's ripe old age of 25 years. The milk I produced was like poison to my system, woe to those who consumed it. I am in my fifth year and I have 3 more children and produced tons of milk and I just one day, stopped. No more babies, no more milk. I thought my haggered hide would now rest in peace but I am to be shipped off to be turned into "feed" for other cows and "low grade" burgers. Woe to those who consume my hormone riddled hide. " Hey everyone. It seems that Chicky Fowler has had an emotional attack and so being we regrettably will have to end our story here for now. We are however, carded to continue tomorrow was Chicky requires here rest.
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I am a young adult from the caribbean who has experienced the effects and have reaped the benefits of herbal alternative lifestyles. Archives
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