These two thought they'd prank me by showing up to their dance shoot in cow onesies. Little did they know that I would make them wear them for photos. And then they did this. They got SO nasty and sweaty in those outfits.
What makes it even funnier is that when I was very little, my younger brother couldn't pronounce Heather, so he called me Heffer. I didn't know that Heifer was cow until somewhere in high school. Now it's a family joke, and my brother sends me cow gifts for Christmas. Cows just seem to happen to me.
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