Commonly filled with helium and its contents inhaled to make your voice sound funny.

Leavened rolls split, I sit between the set, warm and juicy, with room to spare. Topped to your taste, onions, lettuce, tomato, and perhaps cheese, if you dare. Cooked to perfection, a medium rare, though if it’s still mooing, send it back there.

Quite often, the smelliest part of the dog.

I’m a pilot that never leaves the ground, navigating through the tall grass with a flick of my fork. I don't need to buy a belt because, technically, I am a belt just one that happens to have a heartbeat and a taste for local rodents.

What time is it when you see cows sleeping in a field?