Order a Cow

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Order a cow. Get her in a box. Simple. You wake hungover. There is a glittery box on your doorstep the size of a refrigerator. Inside: a polite, black-spotted, milky-white cowkin woman named Tits, with udders of distressing capacity, who believes you are her new manager. The receipt confirms you ordered her at 1:47 a.m. last night through Amazon Interdimensional Division. Your bank account is down $47,000.18. The driver is still on the curb chain-smoking. Your neighbors got boxes too. Returns are not recommended.