A Quote by Eric Stonestreet

Im a regular dude from Kansas who grew up with pigs and cows. — © Eric Stonestreet
Im a regular dude from Kansas who grew up with pigs and cows.
I'm a regular dude from Kansas who grew up with pigs and cows.
I've had pets my whole life, and I grew up with pigs and cows.
I grew up in Appalachia, and I've seen people milk cows and slaughter pigs and plow with a big-footed horse. It's not like I was a city child.
I grew up on a pig farm, about 2,500 pigs - we had way more pigs than people.
I grew up on a working farm. It was small, a hundred acres, but we had cows and pigs and chickens and sheep and a vegetable garden. I spent hours pulling weeds, hoeing, feeding the horses, cleaning out the stalls. My dad was a tough taskmaster. I always worked, but we also had fun.
Pigs and cows and chickens and people are all competing for grain.
Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?" "Dead pigs and cows," I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. "They're vegetarians," I said defensively.
God created me to be an individual. And I am a Chicago dude that grew up the way I grew up and was named Rashid and was given a certain purpose and mission. So, I am rare for those reasons.
I grew up in Kansas City from when I was about two years old to my mid-teens. Kansas City at the time was an amazing place, because there was so much music going on there. As a kid, I was playing there all the time and learning a lot about music.
I grew up cleaning stalls and milking cows.
Im coming out with a wine... Im actually a restaurateur. I have Famous Famiglia Pizzeria that has opened up in the Sacramento airport. Im also working with my business partner on opening up the Linnethia Lounge.
But I think the majority of cows, and even more so chickens and pigs, are leading pretty miserable lives.
I grew up in Kansas City. I got here when I just turned 21.
I come from Kansas; we're steak-and-potato boys. I grew up on meat.
My mom grew up in Kansas, my dad in Indiana. They had boring childhoods.
I have myself a poetical enthusiasm for pigs, and the paradise of my fancy is one where pigs have wings. But it is only men, especially wise men, who discuss whether pigs can fly; we have no particular proof that pigs ever discuss it.
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