OK, so I get an email from a reader who felt that this deserved a place on the Barbie Fails Blog, and after reading his email I fully agree.
“I was sitting on the GO train tonight heading home and two ladies ( aged somewhere around 16-18 bracket) were trying to play a game where each girl would name a new animal using the last letter of the animal name used ( eg: goat, next person needs to find a T animal).
During the announcements at one station I couldn’t hear what one of the girls says, but the next answer is beef cow. The other girl challenges the answer with get vigor saying that there is no such thing as a beef cow. At this moment I had a small snicker and felt badly for the, what I thought was, lesser intelligent of the two girls. That moment of grandeur was short-lived and the intellectual bubble was not just burst but mushroom clouded when she felt the need to add the following “and the REAL answer is steak cow”. They fight about this for the next 5 minutes.
At the end of all this they came to the conclusion and belief that there was a difference between the 2 animals – beef and steak cows……this is why i cry for the future.”
And it is for reasons like this that I drink…in fact I might have one now