I remember the first time I had to churn Harriet milk, the sounds were horrible!! It was like pshhth kewwesh krrep, it was so disturbing. When I had to move it to my fathers butter barn it splashed all over me and I looked like when our barn cat got blasted by Harriet!

I just ran when he screamed at me when I was milking his favorite cow Harriet and I spilled her delectable lactate. Whenever i get to work she would dominate me, standing over me and shooting milk into my mouth giving me mad cows disease. PLEASE HELP!!!!

Help guys I just escaped my fathers amish farm, i heard foriengers talk about media, is this what it is? All my life I have only milked cows, how do I get to normal society? Those utters have hardened my hands and I am just done.