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This comic was my first introduction to cow pie as a slang for cow dung when I was a kid. At first I thought it was just a beef pie until my older brother explained it to me.
In the Norwegian translation, pie was changed to āpƦrerā (pears), with the punchline being that Calvin actually meant āhestepƦrerā (meaning āhorse pearsā, and from the context, you can probably guess where they come from)
That left Suzie in a bad moood! I know that quip is udderly awful, but I canāt resist milking it for all itās worth. These cheesy jokes hoof to stop now! Curd you all please forgive me?
A Savannah, Georgia chocolate factory once sold chocolate ācow piesā boxed with straw underneath. Their slogan: āLike Mother Used To Makeā. The Wisconsin variety used to have Disneyās Clarabelle Cow on the box, until Disney sued them.
There exists somewhere a picture from a Boy Scout campout of my hometownās future police & fire chiefs, plus, I believe, a bio professor, engaged in a wide-ranging cow-pie fight.
As someone who occasionally tries to set up elaborate conversational gags like this, I donāt think Iāve ever seen a natural straight man like Susie.
It seems that no-one has been to Mad OāRourkes in the Black Country (UK), or read the Britsh Comic āThe Dandyā in which Desparate Dan eats Cow Pie. Cow Pie is a pie containing a lot of a cow. Cow Pie is a real thing not a metaphor for a cow platt.
We also eat f*gg*ts. No, seriously, we do. Just not what you think. The most famous are Brains f*gg* ts. https:// /wiki /F*gg*t_(food) . You Yanks donāt know that f*gg*t is also a clump of fire wood and a kind of meatball. So itās on the banned list. Grow up.
1/2My sister and I grew up on a farm, and one of the less attractive fall chores was the annual chicken and duck slaughterā¦weād get chicks and ducklings in the spring, raise them for the summer and then butcher in the fall to fill our freezers. It was just one more normal farm chore, hard work and vaguely unpleasant, and nobody enjoyed it, despite the obvious benefits and necessity. One year, when I was in Senior High and my sister was still in Junior High (different schools) she was able, for some cosmically unjust reason, to beg off the choreā¦I swear to this day that she planned that and purposely lollygagged on her school project so sheād have an excuse for that weekend, but I couldnāt prove it, alas.
So she sat inside while my parents and I and a neighbour dealt with 100 or so birdsā¦and my overly active imagination formulated revenge. I hid away my treasureā¦
As an aside, nothing went to wasteā¦our neigbhour was a wonderful, very elderly Ukrainian woman (she had, miraculously, survived the Russian Revolution and attack by the Bolsheviks) who would gleefully siezed each and every severed head and foot and giblet. She then took everything home and then return the following day with an offering of absolutely amazing headcheese and fresh baked bread.
The division of chores in our household saw my Mum make our lunches for school, while my sister and I dealt with evening feeding and watering of the various critters. In the 70s in northern British Columbia, Saran Wrap was still a relatively new thing and it was fiendishly expensive, so my Mum wrapped our sandwiches and what not with wax paper, which was pretty much opaque, such that opening each lunch offering was often a surprise. This worked for my planā¦
After my Mum had finished the lunches and everyone was otherwise occupied, I retrieved the item in question, carefully wrapped it ā mimicing my Mumās nearly artistic efforts ā and placed it in my sisterās lunchbag in the fridge.
2/2Next morning, we went about our business and headed off to school, me on my bus, my sister on hers.
I got home a bit later than my sister and was greeted by the shrieking of a livid teenage girl.
My sister had sat down at her lunch table with a dozen or so friends for lunchā¦apparently she looked in her lunch bag and thought āoh, something extra, what a nice surprise from Mumā¦.ā
The opening of the little wax paper packet cleared her table and the ones on either side, and resulted in a telephone call from the vice-principal to my Mum.
Apparently the lifeless chicken head was not a hit, coming as it did not so many years after āThe Godfatherā.
I bumped into the vice-principal some years later and that was his first topic of discussionā¦seems that despite his requirement to remain professional and be the bad guy in the moment, the story of my sisterās lunch provided a great deal of entertainment for the teachers for some years.
My sister and her husband, now grandparents, are coming for dinner tonight. I went for a hike and was able to bag a grouse yesterdayā¦maybe Iāll retrieve the head and give my sister a gift this evening.
I didnāt have a stuffed tiger, i had (and still have it) a hand-me-down 50s era, really ugly stuffed monkey as my childhood confidenteā¦but I have always admired Calvin and truly appreciated Mr. Wattersonās brillianceā¦
BE THIS GUY over 1 year ago
Itās still steaming.
Sugar Bombs 95 over 1 year ago
This comic was my first introduction to cow pie as a slang for cow dung when I was a kid. At first I thought it was just a beef pie until my older brother explained it to me.
codycab over 1 year ago
I would tell Calvinās parents to not have a cow, but I think itās a little late for that.
old_geek over 1 year ago
How did that equation go? Pie Rā¦.
jagedlo over 1 year ago
That joke stinks, Calvin!
Imagine over 1 year ago
In the UK itās just a mince pie.
The dude from FL Premium Member over 1 year ago
Or itās a chocolate pie
Blu Bunny over 1 year ago
Reminds me of a story I heard years ago, Moose turād pie.
ArcticFox Premium Member over 1 year ago
Susie takes the bait, hook, line and sinker. Attaboy, Calvin.
hariseldon59 over 1 year ago
Growing up on a dairy farm, I was quite familiar with those as a kid.
californiamonty over 1 year ago
There actually is a Camp Cowpie connected with the Scouts.
Halmyre over 1 year ago
Bill Watterson obviously never read Desperate Dan when he was growing up. >
BigDaveGlass over 1 year ago
Over here the advice is not to stand behind a cow as you might get a pat on the headā¦..
Setriuno Premium Member over 1 year ago
In the Norwegian translation, pie was changed to āpƦrerā (pears), with the punchline being that Calvin actually meant āhestepƦrerā (meaning āhorse pearsā, and from the context, you can probably guess where they come from)
saylorgirl over 1 year ago
Well Calvin you got Suzi good this time, but youāre going to have to pay for that. LOL
nosirrom over 1 year ago
Pass. Do you have a meadow muffin?
Dr. Quatermass over 1 year ago
That left Suzie in a bad moood! I know that quip is udderly awful, but I canāt resist milking it for all itās worth. These cheesy jokes hoof to stop now! Curd you all please forgive me?
nancyb creator over 1 year ago
A Savannah, Georgia chocolate factory once sold chocolate ācow piesā boxed with straw underneath. Their slogan: āLike Mother Used To Makeā. The Wisconsin variety used to have Disneyās Clarabelle Cow on the box, until Disney sued them.
eced52 over 1 year ago
Not as fresh as you.
snsurone76 over 1 year ago
How did the luckless Miss Wormwood get stuck with the job of lunchroom attendant??
Say What? Premium Member over 1 year ago
Plenty for seconds, and even thirds.
tremaine53 over 1 year ago
From a grass-fed cow!
[Traveler] Premium Member over 1 year ago
Yippee Ki yay, Cow Pattie
SquidGamerGal over 1 year ago
Susie, Susie, Susieā¦ Why do you keep sitting next to Calvin? You know heās gonna keep doing this!
Pocosdad over 1 year ago
In tomorrowās lunch bag, road apples!
Huckleberry Hiroshima Premium Member over 1 year ago
Ratting him out are you?
Count Olaf Premium Member over 1 year ago
Calvin is so generous. No wonder we all ā¤ļø Calvin. :)
sandpiper over 1 year ago
When sheās on her game, Susie recognizes a setup, but she missed this one.
JamieLee Premium Member over 1 year ago
I laughed so loud at this I scared the dog!
The-Great-Gildersleeve over 1 year ago
Calvin suffers greatly for his art, as does the rest of his lunch.
uniquename over 1 year ago
I never realized that Miss Wormwood was a āMissā. I always assumed she was āMrsā for some reason.
Cozmik Cowboy over 1 year ago
There exists somewhere a picture from a Boy Scout campout of my hometownās future police & fire chiefs, plus, I believe, a bio professor, engaged in a wide-ranging cow-pie fight.
MEPace over 1 year ago
I know why Calvin never gets out of first grade, but how come Susie never moves on?
jdsven over 1 year ago
Mrs. Wormwood: āThere goes my ulcer.ā
Redd Panda over 1 year ago
Well then, how about a Horse Apple instead?
mindjob over 1 year ago
Just donāt light a match near the fumes
christelisbetty over 1 year ago
They are used as fuel in India, and other places.
Angry Indeed Premium Member over 1 year ago
It canāt be fresh. No flies came out when he opened his bag!
ekke over 1 year ago
Accompanied, of course, by buffalo chips!
John Jorgensen over 1 year ago
As someone who occasionally tries to set up elaborate conversational gags like this, I donāt think Iāve ever seen a natural straight man like Susie.
Danae Premium Member over 1 year ago
Yaay mom! :-D
Robert4170 over 1 year ago
One wonders what it really is. Chocolate pie? What kid hates chocolate? Calvin is weird.
Bilan over 1 year ago
Susie can only blame herself for this one. She stepped into it (figuratively)
PaulAbbott2 over 1 year ago
Jee, Susie, mellow out a bit. He doesnāt really have a cowpie
viniragu over 1 year ago
Hmm, not Mrs. Wormwood !?
g04922 over 1 year ago
LOLā¦ gotta love Calvin sometimesā¦
cracker65 over 1 year ago
Heās a little sh**
g.iangoodson over 1 year ago
It seems that no-one has been to Mad OāRourkes in the Black Country (UK), or read the Britsh Comic āThe Dandyā in which Desparate Dan eats Cow Pie. Cow Pie is a pie containing a lot of a cow. Cow Pie is a real thing not a metaphor for a cow platt.
g.iangoodson over 1 year ago
http:// www. madorourkes. com/ and remove the spaces.
g.iangoodson over 1 year ago
We also eat f*gg*ts. No, seriously, we do. Just not what you think. The most famous are Brains f*gg* ts. https:// /wiki /F*gg*t_(food) . You Yanks donāt know that f*gg*t is also a clump of fire wood and a kind of meatball. So itās on the banned list. Grow up.
einarbt over 1 year ago
Social services on speed dial in the school.
beharford over 1 year ago
1/2My sister and I grew up on a farm, and one of the less attractive fall chores was the annual chicken and duck slaughterā¦weād get chicks and ducklings in the spring, raise them for the summer and then butcher in the fall to fill our freezers. It was just one more normal farm chore, hard work and vaguely unpleasant, and nobody enjoyed it, despite the obvious benefits and necessity. One year, when I was in Senior High and my sister was still in Junior High (different schools) she was able, for some cosmically unjust reason, to beg off the choreā¦I swear to this day that she planned that and purposely lollygagged on her school project so sheād have an excuse for that weekend, but I couldnāt prove it, alas.
So she sat inside while my parents and I and a neighbour dealt with 100 or so birdsā¦and my overly active imagination formulated revenge. I hid away my treasureā¦
As an aside, nothing went to wasteā¦our neigbhour was a wonderful, very elderly Ukrainian woman (she had, miraculously, survived the Russian Revolution and attack by the Bolsheviks) who would gleefully siezed each and every severed head and foot and giblet. She then took everything home and then return the following day with an offering of absolutely amazing headcheese and fresh baked bread.
The division of chores in our household saw my Mum make our lunches for school, while my sister and I dealt with evening feeding and watering of the various critters. In the 70s in northern British Columbia, Saran Wrap was still a relatively new thing and it was fiendishly expensive, so my Mum wrapped our sandwiches and what not with wax paper, which was pretty much opaque, such that opening each lunch offering was often a surprise. This worked for my planā¦
After my Mum had finished the lunches and everyone was otherwise occupied, I retrieved the item in question, carefully wrapped it ā mimicing my Mumās nearly artistic efforts ā and placed it in my sisterās lunchbag in the fridge.
beharford over 1 year ago
2/2Next morning, we went about our business and headed off to school, me on my bus, my sister on hers.
I got home a bit later than my sister and was greeted by the shrieking of a livid teenage girl.
My sister had sat down at her lunch table with a dozen or so friends for lunchā¦apparently she looked in her lunch bag and thought āoh, something extra, what a nice surprise from Mumā¦.ā
The opening of the little wax paper packet cleared her table and the ones on either side, and resulted in a telephone call from the vice-principal to my Mum.
Apparently the lifeless chicken head was not a hit, coming as it did not so many years after āThe Godfatherā.
I bumped into the vice-principal some years later and that was his first topic of discussionā¦seems that despite his requirement to remain professional and be the bad guy in the moment, the story of my sisterās lunch provided a great deal of entertainment for the teachers for some years.
My sister and her husband, now grandparents, are coming for dinner tonight. I went for a hike and was able to bag a grouse yesterdayā¦maybe Iāll retrieve the head and give my sister a gift this evening.
I didnāt have a stuffed tiger, i had (and still have it) a hand-me-down 50s era, really ugly stuffed monkey as my childhood confidenteā¦but I have always admired Calvin and truly appreciated Mr. Wattersonās brillianceā¦