If you ever want to have a wicked argument, find a donkey.

There used to be a donkey that would be near the road I walked home from the pub on, I’d have full on drunken arguments with him, sometimes I’d lose the argument, he made some good points.

I feel the same when meowing at cats.

I was at a stop light once and there was a really cute cow in a trailer next to me and it stuck its tongue out at me when I rolled down my window to say hi and I lost my mind.

it was saying Moo-urns !