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Much Farming. Many Food

Much Farming. Many Food

Warning: This video is harrowing.

OK, that was a pretty bad joke. I apologize. But hey, the video’s cool. Guys growing stuff. Farming is still a grown up little boy activity. You get to bomb around in big machines. Unlike the highway, you make more money if you go faster, instead of getting a speeding ticket. There’s nothing to crash into.

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Let’s Pester Some Farm Animals!

Let’s Pester Some Farm Animals!

I freely admit that bothering farm animals isn’t an American invention. After all, they’ve been poking and prodding and teasing bulls in Barcelona since the Romans owned the place. People have devised competitions to herd sheep and see how much milk they can get out of cows since time immemorial. But let’s face it, riding a bull just seems like an American thing to do.

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It Got Skwirly at de Aind

It Got Skwirly at de Aind

I’m not sure of the fundamental utility of these rototillers. It looks like it would be hard to make the turn at the bottom of the pea patch and head back the other way. Boys will be boys, however. Thank goodness for that. If boys wouldn’t be boys, this blog would be a cold and lonely place. We need stalwart dudes like these fellers to keep the lights on and the Pulitzers rolling in.

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Cute Factor 10, Mr. Sulu

Cute Factor 10, Mr. Sulu

Cute and delicious. It’s a shame that pigs are made of bacon, otherwise I’d have no reason to eat something that starts off so adorable. They’d be like dogs, but bigger and meaner. You wouldn’t eat a puppy, and you wouldn’t eat a full-grown dog, but you would most certainly eat a pig. At least, I know that most of my readers wouldn’t be interested in eating a dog. It really is a shame that they’re made of food.

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Farming Simulator 2016

Farming Simulator 2016

Farmers are a fickle lot. A while back I was driving to visit a friend who lived in the middle of East nowhere, and I saw a farmer standing out in the middle of a field. This usually isn’t something that would capture my attention, but it was getting late and he just seemed to be milling around in the middle of the field. I didn’t know what I make of it at first, so I pulled over to see if he was alright.

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