F.A.F. (Rain Delay)

Today marks a new beginning here on beverlygoldenstein.com- the start of a series. The dawn of a new day. The birth of a new baby. The takeoff of a new tier. We’re creating a new course. (Have you picked up on my clever alliteration yet?)

If you’ve been reading this blog for more than five minutes, you know that Beverly here is not a fan of animals. But as deep as my hatred for actual animals runs, my love for funny pictures of them is almost as intense. I know. I’m a walking conflict, and I don’t apologize for it any more than I do for my undying love for Kimmy K. Because of this all-consuming love of funny animals photos that can leave me crying laughing, I have amassed quite a collection of them in my phone’s camera roll over the years. I decided to start sharing my unique medley of photographs with you on what will be known here on out as ‘Funny Animal Friday’ or F.A.F here. I prefer F.A.F., because say it out loud. It rhymes with laugh and that’s what it makes me do. 

Shut up and get to the point, Beverly. OK, without further ado, I present to you, my dear readers… the ultimate. My all-time fav. The original funny animal photo to begin the funny animal photos. I give you… Bruce.

If you aren’t saying this in different voices in your head, and laughing so hard you’re crying, you need a psych eval. I also like to come up with names for the other cow. Frontrunners are Albert, Alfonso, Barry, or Fletcher for a boy cow^{1 2}. If that rascal’s an old gal, I believe her name is Beatrice, Francine, or Judy. I think we can all agree that, no matter the gender, that brown cow’s last name is McJudgerson.

**Yes, I realize that it’s not Friday. I was supposed to write this post last night. But then I went to a bar, got a free Miller Lite coozie, heard Mariah Carey ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ (in May), and I lost my mind, and woke up with a hair tie in a glass of water next to my bed. I don’t even know. Just go with it, and please be aware that I expect approximately 30% of my F.A.F. posts to occur on Saturday. And 10% on Sunday. Don’t hate.

-Bev

 

¹Please don’t tell my dad that I used the term ‘boy cow’.

²Please don’t tell my dad about this blog.