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Once upon a time, there was this big, bad school called ISGR in the middle of a big, dark, scary (and cold) city called Gothenburg in the middle of an ugly little village (remember Anna, it's not even a real country anyway) called Sweden, where people sing insted of talk. The school had a bunch of idiots paying a bunch of morons to teach a bunch of %�!+%*�#"�!!! who followed them all day and refused to remove their tounges from the morons' %#!*/%*#+&%#!!!!!!!
The %�!+%*�#"�!!! acted like dogs, in many ways.
          Among these doggety %�!+%*�#"�!!!, there were an insane Norwegian
and a confused American genius. These two geniuses (did I spell that right?)
soon discovered that they had one thing in common, apart from being female geniuses (I think it's spelled like that. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's correct. Who cares, you know what I mean.), they had some invisible friends.
             The confused american, why don't we call her Annenonymous, had a husband, whom she married as a kid), but the husband was always in the shower when Annenonymous' mother asked to meet her son in law. One day, the day Annenonymous reached puberty, the husband somehow dissappeared. Annenonymous keeps telling us that he drowned n the shower, but to tell you the truth, I think Annenonymous cheated on him with Karius or Baktus (Link to pictures below this fantastic story). Anyway, her ability to see invisible, special creatures blossomed when she met the insane Norwegian genius. Make that MISUNDERSTOOD genius.
              The insane Norwegian, however, never lost her ability to see dansing eggmen, barking cereals, flying muffins and annoying, Spice Girls-papermach�e (that word is DEFINITELY not splelled right) chunky's.When these two basket cases got together to form the most intelligent imaginary friend ever. And the rest is history.
               HERE COMES THE SAD PART:
Yeah, cos every Hugh Grant drama comedy doesn't neccessarilly (uh-oh, here comes the spelling police... I'm just gonna give up.) have a happy ending. This one doesn't really have an ending if I know Cow right, and I think I do, considering the fact that I co-created him.
Well, the end of the beginning begun (meheheeee... hope our Language A. teacher (ANN) reads this...when I got sick. Anne said something about cow, and I didn't think it was funny! That really made me think about things. I don't think Anne thought it was funny either, cos she didn't smile. Well, I told her the truth:
"Anne...er...I'm not really in the mood for cow right now..."
And she was like:
"Really???-'cause I'm not in the mood for him either!
"-I was gonna tell you, but I was'nt really sure how to.
"-I know it means a lot to you, oh, and don't get me wrong, it means a lot to me to, and I still love him, but it's getting a little old. I'm kinda running outa ideas...
"-I've felt this way for quite a long time now, and I am just, like, sooo releaved, you know, to, you know... ... ... BUUUHUUUUHUUU...."
And then we cried. NAH, just kiddin', we don't care at all.
So, that's it. COW NO MORE, NO MORE COW.