Maried me a sweet litle gal when i
was just seventean. Her folks had a big ranch and a slaughterhouse that
made them loads of muney. Her papa gave me a job killin the cows - boy
that was fun. Well soon after her dad had an aufull acident at that there
slaughterhouse and dyed. Within two yers both my mama in law and my lovely
bride were dead two. I was left with the slaughterhouse and all the money.
Thow I don't need to wurk I turn up every day at that slaughterhouse. The
look in those cows eyes when I press the buton just makes my day.
Cows and kilin.
The sound of cows as they dye.
The constant voices in my head.
Profile of the ideal
18 to 31
A good big heevy bilt, cow lookin
A good lowd shril laff
Like cows and kilin.
Be a polesewomen
we wil get
marreid and hav fun at my