"Exsqueeze me? Baking powder?"
"Throwin' cows. Those folks can throw cows."
"Um . . . whaddya mean?"
"COWS. You'll see 'em out in the pasture THROWIN' COWS."
"What, like little newborn calves or something?!"
"HELL no, COWS! They be THROWIN' COWS!"
The more I stated my disbelief, the angrier Flanda got. Pretty soon, he was yelling in this big, bassy voice, "THEY WAS THROWIN' COWS! No, no, THEY WAS THROWIN' COWS."
So I had no choice but to take him at his word. The idea of throwing cows became a frequent source of humor around the ol' BK. We were talking about it for months. Lots of times, we'd take massive hits of helium off the balloon tank, wail, "THEY WAS THROWIN' COWS!" and collapse in a heap of laughter and lightheadedness.
So one night, another group of rowdies came in, and they were TORE DOWN. They were falling all over each other and making all sorts of noise. When they came around to the counter where customers picked up their food, one of them spilled a whole bunch of small change all over the counter, then went over to an area where we had a lot of stools around this bar kind of thing. (It was a strange BK--it was a log cabin originally built to be a bank. Don't ask.) So as that guy was stumbling over toward the barstools, a little sawed-off sort came to the counter. He said, "Hey, man, what's all these cents for?"
"Ermmm, I dunno," I said. "Maybe you should ask your friend."
The guy at the counter turned a bit and said, "Hey, Napoleon--" Right then, the dude who'd spilled all the change on the counter fell ASS OVER TEAKETTLE off one of the barstools and probably nearly cracked his skull.
"Goddamn!" I said to the sawed-off chap. "You guys look a little tired. What, have y'all been throwin' some cows tonight?
Dude stopped me with a glare. "Cows? No, no, we ain't been throwin' no cows. We ain't been THROWIN' no COWS." Then his voice got all high and whiny as he yelled, "Napoleon, NAPOLEON! They said we was THROWIN' COWS!"
At that point I retreated into the office to let Flanda deal with them.
So yeah, that's the story behind the "throwing cows" in my LJ interests. Throwing cows was also the idea behind my call to the MSU basketball coach's call-in show in which I made shocking accusations about the reasons behind the team's unexpected success that year. Strangely, he and the host seemed as befuddled as I'd been when I first heard about people throwing cows.
disclaimer: I am not embellishing or making up any details to advance any agenda against country black people, the persons who hate them, or throwers of cows. I'm merely telling a true story. THESE ARE FACTS.