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Are you raising them for milk? Meat? Or to clear the brush? We had pygmy goats briefly (my wife wanted them for milk), but they kept escaping. They're crafty little ****ers. Also, you need at least two adults, since they're pack animals and prefer goat company. If you want milk, one must have given birth recently, so you'll either have to sell the kid goat or share the milk. Here's a page with some books, videos, and other resources: https://goatcollege.com/

Last year we were saying the same thing about three FAs, yet Beane found a way to sign them all.

You might think I'm foolish Or maybe it's untrue (You might think) You might think I'm crazy (All I want) All I want is you

Everywhere I turn, here I am So walk away with me (walk away) I'll show you that Oh, I would go anywhere, anytime (Anywhere, anytime) Oh, I would do anything, Anyway Anyhow

Good, since I never watch MNF unless the Bills are playing. If it features Buck and Aikman, I'll just tune to Peyton and Eli instead.

Early in the morning, risin' to the street Light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet Got to find the reason, reason things went wrong Got to find a reason why my money's all gone

Woke this morning to the stinging lash Every man rise from the ash Each betrayal begins with trust Every man returns to dust

Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody I got some money 'cause i just got paid How I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way

Seems to me that corporate welfare (i.e. government subsidies for billionaires) is the opposite of a free-market economy.

You tell me this town ain't got no heart (Well, well, well, you can never tell) The sunny side of the street is dark (Well, well, well, you can never tell)

It's all I can do To keep waiting for you It's all I can do It's all I can do

Fixed it. 😉

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear

So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was

Right outside this lazy summer home You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no

You better run all day And run all night Keep your dirty feelings Deep inside And if you're taking your girlfriend Out tonight You'd better park the car Well out of sight 'Cause if they catch you in the back seat Trying to pick her locks They're gonna send you back to mother In a cardboard box You better run

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna Flood you, Big River And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

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So I, ain't wastin' time no more 'Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things

I'm sure that pun was unintended. 😉

I don't think I need a rubber room, but that might be nice I'm not a manic depressive, paranoid or schizophrenic, so I don't need your advice 'Cause I'm just crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you I am crazy (crazy, crazy) just like you

As I picked up my matches And was closing the door I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before

It's likely that the owner's effective income tax rate is lower than yours (and mine) too.

City traffic's movin' way too slow Drop the pedal and go Go Go We're goin' ridin' on the freeway of love