Livestock: moof we need to generate some g's and start a bidniss
Moof: what do you want to do
Livestock: what are your skills
Moof: throwing hoops over pegs, befriending trout, hiding in trees
Livestock: moof my skills are building elaborate puzzles and reciting vivid details about the jack the ripper murders in front of children
Moof: perhaps we could go into business as clowns
Livestock: of course
Livestock: it is so obvious
Livestock: what will we call our duo
Livestock: our act
Moof: death from above
Livestock: what why
Moof: because we will rain fire from the sky
Livestock: where do we get the fire and how do we distribute it
Moof: wait oops
Moof: i was thinking of volcanoes
Moof: not clowns
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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Moof and Livestock discuss life, love, human nature, and all the most important issues affecting humanity.