Betty would have nothing to blog about. Or it would sound something like this:
Cows...would you walk a little fucking faster for a change? The grass needs to be eaten over there, and your life is looking might useless to me right now. Hay baler..would you mind baling the hay in cubes next time instead of in cylinders? It's getting a little mundane watching you go in a straight line all the time. Horses.. .would you mind waiting until I'm done passing your field, and THEN take a crap? Jeez freight train...can you at least show off a caboose? I was waiting to see the goddamn caboose!
A tribute to Betty... no offense intended Betty :)