Narelle Atkins' book 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 changed my outlook on farmers. I thought that they were all bloated, cow-****-stinking retardates married to toothless crones plagued with sub-clinical glandular abnormalities, syndromic mal-absorbtion complaints & chronic-fluid-retention problems. But, according to "Narelle," farmers can possess good qualities. Indeed, for any broad who'd choose to suffer with endometriosis forever rather than to roll in the hay with an analphabetic, sister-*******, tobacco-chawin' hayseed, this novel will plug (and clog) your barren ports tighter than a Cuban baseball. ¡𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘢 𝘍𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘺 𝘴𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘙𝘢ú𝘭 𝘮á𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘐𝘳á𝘯! Come on masons: Hurry up & bury Luciferian Billy F. Graham as I can't hold my bowels much longer! Hurry up & plant the self-professed-demon-possessed Robin F. Williams as I won't contain this bladder much longer! Demanding queers demand that the perfectly-normal commonweal of Wisconsin change its inoffensive name to 𝘞𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯.