Ask any of my friends, and they will say that I talk too much about cows. It’s funny how I never actually met a cow. When I’m in school I call myself a cow, basically every 20 minutes. I apparently said that I have udders, and now everyone thinks I am a cow.

And I made a song:
My name is Darious!
And I’m a cow!
The cow says moo!
Just like me.
Wocka.

Here’s a survey I did about who likes cows at 826:

COWS WIN!