I live on a 200 acre farm. We don't pick up poop because its free fertilizer. Please keep your comments to yourself an don't rain on my parade, youngen.
The joke about trying to get enough notes to get a Tibetan Mastiff—what I said (so my followers will know—you can look at the post yourself): “Hope you’re prepared to pick up its poop when you take it on walks!”
1) It was a joke. Sorry that you took offense to it. I’m not raining on your parade by any means. It’s the joke my mom always gave me about a new pet she would always drag home.
2) I live in TN. I know all about farms. My dad was raised on one in MN, and I’ve helped in the upkeep of several. I drive tractors. I’ve worked harvest. I know about fertilizer.
3) I am not a “youngen.” And I am not a “youngin” either. I am 22 years old. I am a senior in college, and next semester, I student teach, meaning, the year after that, I teach. I am by no means a “youngin.” Your blog says you’re 16? Yeah, no, not a youngin’ by your standards, sorry.
If you can’t take “funny” comments like that on your post (which you will get eventually if you do get up to 800,003), then you need to grow some skin, seriously. What I said was not a joke about any offensive topic, it was not meant to be mean, or anything. I’m sorry.
But, dammit, if your post gets popular, be prepared for replies like that, and also be prepared for some snide person giving you a bitch fit about this being another fluffy chicken type post.
Thanks for your ask.