Field Corn...or Cow Corn as we call it round here is what they plant in the fields closest to the road.


So all us dumb "don't know shit about corn" a**holes can get all excited about how big the ears are, and go home & complain about how starchy it tastes.



Um...from what I hear. Not that I know anything about it personally.

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