A certain Cowboy Jim, by the name of Alan Ryker, has just called me out! All because he was too darn macho, to work out that a milking cow is going to be in a might of a predicament, if they ain't milked! (Yes, I hear you spluttering.)
You can't help some people, ya' know. Instead of taking it on the chin, he's declared war. I can only wonder how my words will be mangled by him, tomorrow, when he posts an interview with me.
Needless to say, he didn't declare war until AFTER he had the copy. Perfidious yank. And he thinks I'm insulted that he's upset that I knew more about lactation than he did! Oh, I can hear half of you choke on your coffee.
Well, as I said to Mister Ryker, on his blog, BRING IT ON. As well as that comma, btw.
Midnight Cowboy Versus the BM Godmother
I know who's gonna win....