05-30-2014, 07:05 PM
I've been bragging about being the alpha goat for years.
My friends give me shit because a few years ago at a kid's birthday party there was a petting zoo and I spent all the time hanging out with the goat drinking beer. It was an old, decrepit looking goat who just looked so sad. He didn't really have long to live and the owners said he was probably going to be put down soon. I just sat there, shared my multiple beers with the goat and gave the thing some attention.
Goats are just cool. We took my niece to a petting zoo when she was six or seven, they had all these baby goats running around butting into us. There was a big sign, "don't pick up the animals". We were all running around carrying goats and laughing.
Another time we went to the county zoo, my niece was maybe four. The petting zoo was full of hungry animals and we spent a lot of time feeding them. Eventually it came time to leave and she starts kissing all the animals, "Bye duck", "Bye goose", "Bye goat"...but the goat turned and she kissed it right on the asshole.
My friends give me shit because a few years ago at a kid's birthday party there was a petting zoo and I spent all the time hanging out with the goat drinking beer. It was an old, decrepit looking goat who just looked so sad. He didn't really have long to live and the owners said he was probably going to be put down soon. I just sat there, shared my multiple beers with the goat and gave the thing some attention.
Goats are just cool. We took my niece to a petting zoo when she was six or seven, they had all these baby goats running around butting into us. There was a big sign, "don't pick up the animals". We were all running around carrying goats and laughing.
Another time we went to the county zoo, my niece was maybe four. The petting zoo was full of hungry animals and we spent a lot of time feeding them. Eventually it came time to leave and she starts kissing all the animals, "Bye duck", "Bye goose", "Bye goat"...but the goat turned and she kissed it right on the asshole.

