This weekend's panel in the paper: talk about hopelessly obscure with dual regional references that really don't overlap much at all ("hey... you got musk ox in my Holstein"). No worries... nobody down on the farm got it either. Does bring up the point that there's a damn good reason why you can't ever pick up a half-gallon of musk-milk down at the store though. The signature animal behavior in the defensive herd formation of the musk ox is kinda lost on your average bovine, to say nothing of an Iowan. Folks around there are much more polite than most, tending to just ignore the crazy guy out in the pasture laughing to himself while looking at the cows.
“My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me. “ – David Lynch
“Don't have a cow, man.” – Bart