https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VKWLC87Uzw

It gives a whole new meaning to Hee Haw....

I did NOT need to know this.

These images will be in my head forever...

Just when you think you've seen it all........

Hmmm..... it took a Phd to tell us the neighbor's toy poodle is going to be tighter than a well used donkey.

Did I ever tell you about the time I....... Naw! Better not.

Best we got to back to the more normal stuff on EA.

And of course, in every little American town, there is the local lore of "so and so" who fucked a goat...or a sheep...or a donkey...

Everyone has one, I'm sure.

Paolo wrote: Fri Sep 27, 2013 8:41 am And of course, in every little American town, there is the local lore of "so and so" who fucked a goat...or a sheep...or a donkey...

Everyone has one, I'm sure.

Poem found engraved in a public bathroom stall...

....When I was young and in my prime, I used to beat off all the time...

....but now I'm old and have more sense. I use a knot-hole in the fence...

I really don't know how to tell this story. Be patient with me...

There is a large Mall called SOUTH HILLS VILLAGE and across the road from it, several big-box chains and a smaller mall built up. Along with them came motels and apartment complexes.

In the one apartment complex a single man, a hunter, apparently unmarried, never married and I guess not having many girlfriends in life...

Well, he bagged his Doe during hunting season and like all good hunter, gutted it in the woods and brought it back on the hood of his care for all to see. For those who don't know about hunters or are squeamish stop here: (Although most hunters use a butcher, you can simply hang it up on a ladder or a swingset in the cold backyard and cut the beast apart with a good set of butcher's knives. It's a bloody mess but it happens... Obviouslyl, you don't do this in the neighbor's yard...)

To get back to my story:

For reasons we don't want to know,

(I shudder at the possible justifications and rationalizations for what happened next) he took it back to his apartment relatively unnoticed at first and propped the dead carcass over a table and proceeded over at least a week to use it for sex.

Now you're beginning to understand why I was reluctant to put this story in print.

The neighbors finally smelled something wrong.

The police came, saw, and arrested,.

One policeman called the deer a sperm bank for the resident. Squishy was the word the newspapers printed.

The psychiatrists came, etc...

The apartment complex requested near immediate eviction and called HAZMAT to disinfect and scrub, scrub, scrub.

It was one of the creepiest news stories ever to grace December's TV and newspapers a week before Christmas.

Paolo wrote: Fri Sep 27, 2013 8:41 am And of course, in every little American town, there is the local lore of "so and so" who fucked a goat...or a sheep...or a donkey...

Everyone has one, I'm sure.

Guido strikes again, (but you fuck one goat or dead deer).

Paolo wrote: Fri Sep 27, 2013 8:41 am And of course, in every little American town, there is the local lore of "so and so" who fucked a goat...or a sheep...or a donkey...

Everyone has one, I'm sure.

But did it feel good?

Ha ha!

Couldn't tell ya.

I have fucked deer before, the TWO-LEGGED variety... but they were not dead. Does that count?