He was sent to the udder side
You get an unpleasant vowel movement.
He gets mourning wood.
It's the one on the range.
He turns off the PlayStation.
Like a Bosch!
Washed up.
The first herd shot round the world!
Laika boss.
To say hello from the udder side. I'll take my Oscar now.
Where are the udders? (Thanks to my three boys for that one!)
Because they lactose.
Keeping cows from falling apart.