A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
George Lucas saw a cow with the most bulbous, beautiful udders a man had ever beheld. George walked toward the cow, her bovine eyes locked on his. As her approached that luscious beast she jiggled her swollen udders as if in invitation -
‘Milk me George and taste my delicious sweet lactation.’
And low, George milked that cow, faster and harder than any man has milked a cow before.
But now, thirty three long years later the cows teats are sore and her udder a small, shrivelled scrotum. Yet George milks as furiously as the day he began.
How much more has she got to give George?
How much more?
2 Comments
You’ve really been practising your Photoshop, haven’t you?
The rest are all by my own fair hand…