C'mon on all you big strong farmhand men

Old MacDonald needs your help again

He's got himself in a terrible jam

Way down yonder in Ohio-i-o

So put down your pitchforks and pick up a gun

We're going Mad Cow hunting - say your prayers!

"And it's 1. 2, 3, why are we doing this?"

"Don't ask me?" said Old MacDonald

"Mrs. MacDonald wants cow tongue for dinner!"

"And then later on she wants to use its' hide

to play 'Twister';" "And it's 4, 5, 6 after this I'm

getting the hell out of the sticks!"

"Well c'mon Hunk, Zeke, and Hickory, let's move fast

Your big chance has come at last - wanna make it with

my daughter?" "But first, we gotta go out in the pasture

and get that Mad Cow, geez!" "The only good Mad Cow

is one that's dead and roasted!" "And you know it's good

with mustard, so let's blow the thing to Kingdom Come!"

"So c'mon men, don't be slow, times a wastin', let's get

this thing over and there won't be any more masterbating!"

"There's plenty of my daughter to go around, by supplin'

you three with all the sex you'll ever need!" "Just hope

she doesn't have any social diseases." "At least not at

her last check-up by that one-eyed doctor."

"Well boys, oh, did I forget to tell you - all three of you

are my illegitimate sons!" "So when you're doing my

daughter, you'll really be doing your half-sister!" "So

now that we shot that Mad Cow dead and had it for

suppa', hey wait a second, I don't feel quite right!"

"My head's burning, the room is spinning . . . call 911!"

'2007' RLS