{"id":5029,"date":"2014-02-28T07:23:35","date_gmt":"2014-02-28T14:23:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/?p=5029"},"modified":"2014-02-28T07:23:35","modified_gmt":"2014-02-28T14:23:35","slug":"death-of-the-old-cow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/?p=5029","title":{"rendered":"DEATH OF THE OLD COW"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Suddenly, a cow runs out into the road, and a limo driving late at night, hits it head-on and the car comes to a stop.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The woman in the back seat &#8211; in her usual abrasive manner, says to the chauffeur, &#8220;You get out and check on that poor cow. You were driving.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">So the chauffeur gets out, checks, and reports that the animal is dead, but it appeared to be very old.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Well, says the woman, &#8220;You were driving, so you go and tell the farmer in that lighted farmhouse over there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Two hours later the chauffeur returns totally inebriated, a full belly, his hair ruffled, and a big grin on his face. &#8220;My God, what happened to you?&#8221; asks the woman.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The chauffeur replies, &#8220;When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of single malt scotch, the wife gave me a meal fit for a king, and the daughter made love to me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What on earth did you say?&#8221; asks the woman.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Well, I just knocked on the door, and when it opened, I said to them, &#8220;I&#8217;m Nancy Pelosi&#8217;s chauffeur, and I&#8217;ve just killed the old cow.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Don&#8217;t You just love a story with a happy ending!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Suddenly, a cow runs out into the road, and a limo driving late at night, hits it head-on and the car comes to a stop. The woman in the back seat &#8211; in her usual abrasive manner, says to the chauffeur, &#8220;You get out and check on that poor cow. You were driving.&#8221; So the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/?p=5029\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">DEATH OF THE OLD COW<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5029"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5029"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5029\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5030,"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5029\/revisions\/5030"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5029"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5029"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/the-glen-blog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5029"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}