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“How have things been buddy?” I asked, as I saw my man step out of the house upon hearing my car come in. “All good, life’s been a lot more chill, now that I’ve retired,” he answered. “Hey, wanna check out my animals out back? I’ve taken up farming as a hobby with my free time,” as he motioned over to the back gate.
We headed out and he started introducing me to some of the livestock, mentioning how he had named them after his friends, as the unhinged animals they were. Just then, I was hit by an unbearable stench. With my eyes watering uncontrollably, I questioned through gritted teeth, “What in the hell is that smell?”
He looked over knowingly and said: "Ah. nuggetmouse? The goat is never washed.”