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Today, I realized I know nothing about cars. trucks. vehicles. whatever.
Sixteen years old, on the verge of getting my license, I sat in the doctor's truck as we had the oil changed. He was tapping the steering wheel impatiently when I asked "What's the transmission?". He balked, and then demanded I admit I didn't really mean it. But I did, so he tried to explain. Something about gear shifts.
I don't know how to jump a car battery.
Or change a flat.
Or replace a broken windshield wiper.
There's a button somewhere in my car that turns on my hazard lights, but damn if I know where it is.
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Yesterday, I was shoulder deep in cow vag, and you weren't.
We pulled twin bulls- both dead, but it saved the mother. In a way, it was better that they never lived outside the womb, you know? What did they have to look forward to? Being taken away from their mother as soon as she ran out of colostrum (72 hours, on average), separated into small plastic huts, de-horned and castrated. Then out to graze for a few months, until they're shipped to a feedlot, and stuffed with grain. Grain that, if not introduced properly, can kill them via gastric upset and frothy bloat. But it's not like that lasts long, because there's a slaughterhouse waiting for them with open arms.
And it's not like it's a long life, either. Less than two years, one and a half average.
I don't know. It's just the way it is.
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I think there's something wrong with me, because my close group of friends isn't comprised of representatives from various ethnicities.
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If you read all I've written, I'm sorry.
Sixteen years old, on the verge of getting my license, I sat in the doctor's truck as we had the oil changed. He was tapping the steering wheel impatiently when I asked "What's the transmission?". He balked, and then demanded I admit I didn't really mean it. But I did, so he tried to explain. Something about gear shifts.
I don't know how to jump a car battery.
Or change a flat.
Or replace a broken windshield wiper.
There's a button somewhere in my car that turns on my hazard lights, but damn if I know where it is.
---
Yesterday, I was shoulder deep in cow vag, and you weren't.
We pulled twin bulls- both dead, but it saved the mother. In a way, it was better that they never lived outside the womb, you know? What did they have to look forward to? Being taken away from their mother as soon as she ran out of colostrum (72 hours, on average), separated into small plastic huts, de-horned and castrated. Then out to graze for a few months, until they're shipped to a feedlot, and stuffed with grain. Grain that, if not introduced properly, can kill them via gastric upset and frothy bloat. But it's not like that lasts long, because there's a slaughterhouse waiting for them with open arms.
And it's not like it's a long life, either. Less than two years, one and a half average.
I don't know. It's just the way it is.
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I think there's something wrong with me, because my close group of friends isn't comprised of representatives from various ethnicities.
---
If you read all I've written, I'm sorry.