The Clampetts go to Farmville
January 6th, 2010 @ 9:31 pm |
Filed: Cows, My glamourous life | Tags:
Scene: Two of my sisters and I are sitting on our parents’ couch, laptops warming our knees. Dad enters.
(Background: My dad can maybe turn off a computer, he usually just pulls the plug. Although there was that one time, like 10 years ago, he really enjoyed playing pinball.) (Also, my dad has a disposition similar to Red from “That ’70s Show.”)
Dad: What ARE you doing?
Us, in unison: Playing Farmville.
Dad: What?
Me: Farmville. It’s a computer farming game.
K: You plant crops, milk cows, earn money.
Dad: You idiots. We have 150 REAL acres out there. Go farm for real.
Me: But we don’t get smelly farming on Facebook. And it’s much warmer in here.
(Aside: You make way more money for your cows’ milk on Farmville than you do in real life. And I don’t think anyone makes pink tractors. By the way, brown cows don’t produce chocolate milk, nor do pink cows make strawberry milk.)
January 6th, 2010 @ 10:32 pm
Wait…there are no pink cows in the world!? ANYWHERE!?
My life is over.
xox