After I had been locked up for three years I got a job in the joint as keeper of the cum. I was the bookkeeper at the dairy of the Wynne Unit. I had the responsibility of caring for and dispensing the semen used to fertilize the dairy cows. There was a nitrogen tank. Hell below zero. The man would come every two weeks to recharge the nitrogen and to sell more cum. We bought the cheap stuff. It came in little straws that would be submerged in the nitrogen. When we did the artificial insemination, I would dole out the jizz.
Also every two weeks a team of veterinary students would come from Texas A&M to palpate the cows. This is the process involved in determining whether or not the heifers are pregnant. I loved those days because more than half of the veterinary students were female. They were healthy girls from farm backgrounds.
Being locked up for three years, I had limited contact with the female sex. When the A&M students would come to palpate the cows, I was the one keeping records on each cow. It also gave me the opportunity to interact with the wonderfully female veterinary students.
The circumstances were odd. In the morning we would place the heifers in a device that would hold their heads in a trough filled with food. Then the veterinary students would don a plastic glove and reach into the rectum of the cow and scoop out the manure. Then they would feel through the wall of the intestine into the uterus in order to determine if the cow was pregnant.
So, even though I got to talk to these students, it was while they had their arms stuck two feet into the ass of a cow. It was very romantic for a convict.
In a Cow's Ass
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In a Cow's Ass
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hey zeus
you could have
not been more
blessed
your years will be multiplyed
by three
for each one
spend in the house
on top of what ya already got.
got to love those aggies.
we had some aggies in my pilot training class.
this one kid was delightfully screwed up.
burr cut.
rode an old triumph.
he washed out not because he could'nt fly
he failed the multiple choice exams one too many ttymes
his quarters was a mess.
he was listening to
Grace Slick sing
"FEED YER HEAD"
imagine that, an aggie
berzerker. 1970.
you could have
not been more
blessed
your years will be multiplyed
by three
for each one
spend in the house
on top of what ya already got.
got to love those aggies.
we had some aggies in my pilot training class.
this one kid was delightfully screwed up.
burr cut.
rode an old triumph.
he washed out not because he could'nt fly
he failed the multiple choice exams one too many ttymes
his quarters was a mess.
he was listening to
Grace Slick sing
"FEED YER HEAD"
imagine that, an aggie
berzerker. 1970.
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yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
Re: In a Cow's Ass
This is the kinda story
that makes u smile
all the while
:
that makes u smile
all the while
:
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
Re: In a Cow's Ass
indeed Mark...miss ole' Lrod
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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