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I grew up in a small mountain town, and lived less than a hundred meters from a large plot of land where cows grazed. For fun summer entertainment we used to dam up the irrigation with rocks, logs, and mud and I'm sure cow patties (dirty dirty kid I was). Well, still being a small child not even a teen-ager yet my friends and I didn't try to tip a full grown cow, but cornered a calf, and got a kick out of knocking it over.
I know it's sick, but I have tons of these small town stories that astound and disgust "normal" people.
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