Definitely a hat from Cruel times.  Hell, the article dates from Thursday, December 1, 2005.

Last edited by whosasailorthen (2008-06-10 22:00:44)

Apparently, it's okay, as long as the animal consents.

sierrabravo wrote:

...so... was he fucking... the horse and got kicked, or was the horse... fucking... him...?

You are showing your n00b here by not knowing one of the most famousest stories of the entire interweb.

The original news story (AP I believe), which made it onto many news outlets, opened by stating that the man had died of injuries sustained while having sex with a horse.  So the typical reader thinks, "Huh.  Horse musta kicked 'im."

Quite a bit further down in the piece, it is stated that the man died from a perforated colon--at which point the typical reader, possibly after looking up the word perforated, thinks, "Gaaaaah..."

(I'm convinced that it was this simple composition choice in the original story that gave this tale the lasting reverberations it now enjoys in the public mind.)

For your further edification, at that time the state of Washington had no statute making this particular act illegal.  See, the state does have a law making it a crime to injure an animal, which would make fucking, say, a chicken or a kittycat a crime; but since larger animals (such as horses) aren't injured by the introduction of a human penis into their bodies--or vice versa, in this case--fucking horses is (or was) not a crime...a bit of legal trivia which the Enumclaw "farm" was using to turn a profit--they were, in effect, running an animal brothel up there.

...And now I think you're up to speed.  Welcome to High-Street!

Last edited by George Orr (2008-06-11 10:17:03)

Just think...if we gave Horse an enema, we could bury him in a shoebox.

MSG Tripps wrote:

ouch

*salutes*

See, Dustonovich, Jew's got this unhealthy fixation with moi's ass.  We were munching bagels and stringing Martins some months back in his cold water flat in Brooklyn.  It was a cold day, as I recall.  Anyway, I set an HD-35 down for a moment to go and try to close a drafty winder more firmly.  I had my back to the Shy, what, not more than fifteen seconds.  Guy's all over me.  I had to fight him off.  Rather than GHL, ol' Jewovich wanted some sticky brown and alfalf-laced Horsey Love, but he wanted to extract it the "old fashioned way" if you know what I mean.  So anyways, I kick his ass, plain and simple.  I bloody the old Hebe up so badly that, in a fit of rage he started talking up a storm of shit 'bout li'l ol' moi and my sexual accomplishments.  But how can you believe Jew, really?   I mean, come on.  Besides a couple of crumbling old Martins and the fact that he lives over a seedy bagel shop, what else has the guy got but to talk down on moi.  Sorry you bought into it, but I am glad that I had the opportunity to clear matters up.

Last edited by sofaking (2008-06-13 01:00:35)