Bob was a happy cow; always he tried to put forth a happy disposition. In fact anyone that ever saw bob would often find themselves saying "that is one happy cow!"

Bob was so happy that he decided to open a liquor store. He knew that it was a growth industry and he knew that he would do well in it because everyone loves a drunk, happy cow.

Well one day Bob was behind the register reading the latest copy of ‘Naughty Bovine Girls’ when a hoodlum came in. This was no ordinary hoodlum, this was the King of the hoodlums and he wore a very snazzy outfit. It was a metallic purple zoot suit, with Green and Mauve trim. He had a yo-yo in his left hand and his right hand was running along the brim of a very floppy hat.

Bob did not like the look of this hoodlum and decided that he was going to throw him out of his liquor store. He reached under the till and pulled out an Ivory and gold inlayed baseball bat. With the baseball bat clamped firmly between his hooves, he chased the hoodlum king out of the store, but not before the Hoodlum king knocked over a display stand that had bulk packs of Gobbstoppers on it.

It was only due to his drunken bastard monkey-style kung fu that Bob the Liquor store owning cow was able to chase after the Hoodlum king, without falling, and deliver a resounding thwock to the back of the hoodlum king’s skull.

The blow knocked the hoodlum king on his backside and made him sufficiently dizzy so that he was in no condition to run way. Then Bob pulled out this translucent cell phone dialed 911, and then ordered a pizza.

The End



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