Cowpiss

Cows were mainly good for kicking over the milk pail, swatting you in the face with a cowpiss-soaked tail.

‘⸺ing Gebler,’ he moaned in a strangled voice, ‘what was in that bottle?’ ‘Cowpiss’, said my uncle. ‘You should have asked me but you didn’t. I would have told you what it was. We took it from a sick cow to give to the veterinarian for urinalysis.’ Brendan, gasping ‘cowpiss’, ran outraged at full speed the few hundred yards outside and down the side of the mountain to throw himself in the freezing waters of Loch Dan.

Smell like every barn in the world. Hay, mud, cowpiss.

And when the hopeful women came near, the farmers raised up crop-sprayers, and covered them in cowpiss.

cows rub shoulders against their stalls / chains rattling the night / there’s wheezing everywhere, the swish of tails / the devil, riding cowpiss manure, keeps watch

Petey was pretty sure it was mostly straw with a little grass plus maybe oregano and cowpiss mixed in or something.

Grab yourself a cold Lone Star longneck. Pop the top, take a swig, swish it around your mouth, savor the unique flavor. You’re enjoying the National Beer of Texas. Tastes like cowpiss cause it is cowpiss.

Rusi, nodding, was eating the froglegs happily enough — but he, of course, had drunk cowpiss just as willingly during our navjote.