Heifers and Ranch We are away in a state that has those fast fire pizzas.  Every woman in the place was a flat out cow.  The men were mostly normal, except for some blubber planet.   The heifer in from of me was with a group of three,  one larger than the next,  the biggest was about four of me.  Anyway,  she ordered her pizza.   Then, she asked for a cup of ranch.  A CUP OF RANCH.    The husband and I shared one of their pizzas.  The heifers all had their own.  I felt terrible for the men in there.  I bet the cows think they are all sexy and desirable, too. Ugh.