bull shit

I understand the thrill of doing shit just for the rush.

Part of it is simple human nature; part of it is just because it’s there and part of it stems from having something to prove. I understand it, dig it, whatever.

But when it comes to shit like the annual running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain, it’s like that old saying. “You fuck with the bull, you get the horns”.

Let’s start with the most defining feature of the run, the fuckin bulls. The bulls average fifteen-hundred pounds apiece which I don’t know where you’re from, but around here that’s called bigger then shit. Then there’s these little things called horns sitting on top of the bigger then shit bulls.

Combine the two together along with a bad temper and the ability to run fast and you got something with the size and build of a large boulder wanting to kick your ass.

According to my many inside sources, they’re called Miura Bulls and are specially bred for fighting which is just fucked up in it’s self. Isn’t that like breeding a lion or grizzly to be extra bitey?

So this years run left over half a dozen people crushed the fuck up and at least two got gored. And my votes still out on which worse, getting stomped on by a fifteen-hundred bull or getting stabbed by the horns.


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