The Special Dried Salted Beef cow is as creepy as the last one (as well as having a blog with a higher readership than earthsmoltencore). Look into her eyes for about 15 seconds. Her features will start to move on the page, and you will feel yourself coming under her magical bovine spell. Soon, you'll feel restless, unable to concentrate on your budget spreadsheet, or breakthrough novel. You'll find yourself on a dusty Phnom Penh street, saying repeatedly "Special Dried Salted Beef.... Special Dried Salted Beef." You'll stop at nothing to get it. Nothing will get between you and the Special Dried Salted Beef. Nothing.
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Cambodia is full of mad cows - usually fat white mad cows, often men-hating-bitch-dyke-feminazi mad cows.
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