Today is Tuesday, the 23rd of June 2026.
I want to tell you a story, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, about a lonesome cowboy, a cowboy named Wayne, Jon Wayne.
We need more stories or tales about cows, said the thirty cows. But does it have to be a story about a boy cow? What about a dancing cow who finally becomes famous among hippos?
Oh, we know that one, the three mice interrupted, from the tv show of our cousin, the big orange Mouse. The cow's name was Gloria and she loved to dance and sing about violets blooming by the roadside.
Are you talking about The Mouse, the thirty-one grinning cats grinned, who is roomates with the little blue elefant and the yellow duck?
I want her name to be Kuhnigunde, one of the cows sighed.
And I want you to focus on me and my words, the tawny owl remarked. Or, 'You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.', as Friedrich Nietzsche once said.
Boring!, all the chicks moaned and started singing a song about voilets blooming by roadsides.
And twenty-three guide dogs joined the fifteen orangutons, the the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…
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"Bromford's Been Good To Me"
Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into, well, the Schuylkill
That's the river, always hard to spell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down
Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into the Schuylkill River
That's the river that's polluted as hell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down
Bromford's been good to me
Baltimore is just across the way
We start our tours there at the Ottobar 'cause it ain't that far away
The world's too big, freighters runnin' through bridges
But there's a Beach House down there
And that's where my siblings do reside
And well, I love the music they make
Sometimes it even makes me cry
Bromford's been good to me
L.A. was good to me when I was young
Maybe I'll come back for a spell, I could use one
Yet to be seen if that spell is a curse
Ain't got time for what's worse
But let's just hope that it rains
Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into, well, the Schuylkill
That's the river always hard to spell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down
Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into, well, the Schuylkill
That's the river, always hard to spell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down
Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into the Schuylkill River
That's the river that's polluted as hell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down
Bromford's been good to me
Baltimore is just across the way
We start our tours there at the Ottobar 'cause it ain't that far away
The world's too big, freighters runnin' through bridges
But there's a Beach House down there
And that's where my siblings do reside
And well, I love the music they make
Sometimes it even makes me cry
Bromford's been good to me
L.A. was good to me when I was young
Maybe I'll come back for a spell, I could use one
Yet to be seen if that spell is a curse
Ain't got time for what's worse
But let's just hope that it rains
Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into, well, the Schuylkill
That's the river always hard to spell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down
"Bromford Funeral"
Can you turn me up?
Hear me up in the headph- headph-
Nope
I went into a bar just the other night
Boy, I got into one hell of a fight
I think I might have broken my jaw
The very next morning, somebody stole my car
My wife left home 'bout a week ago
She stole the kids and she took all my dough
She peed on the carpet and she shot my horse
Now things have gone from better to bad to worse
Bromford and whiskey
Whiskey from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford whiskey
Oh, I went to daddy's funeral just the other day
It's just been three short days since he passed away
Seems he died from having too much to drink
That's how his truck ended up in the drink
Bromford and whiskey
Funerals and Bromford
Whiskey and funerals
Bromford and whiskey
Funerals
Bromford funerals
