Originally Posted by
Auto Donk
I think the trauma laid down on me by that bear had to do with one time as a kid, riding along in one of our pastures with my Grandfather, my sister and I were sitting in the bed of the truck, on the wheel wells, as we drove around lookin' at the cattle, a little situation arose that forever impacts me today when surprise, unexpected kahk suddenly appears....
that day long ago, right as we pull up alongside my Grandfather's big ass Hereford bull, the f'n bull decides to mount a cow, and right in front of my sis and I, and my little brother -- ten feet away at most -- he rares up on two legs to mount the cow, his f'n four to five-foot schlong comes flying out of its sheath, giz flying from the outset, spraying everywhere, and the bull buries it into the cow in one fell swoop..... although half his load was wasted, the other gallon or two most assuredly did the f'n trick..... no pumping, just one huge simultaneous movement, synchronized to perfection through obvious years of practice and execution.....
my sister screams and about shits in her pants, while my brother and I are laffing our asses off at the bull we affectionately called "Red Arrow" after that traumatizing event..... Seeing how bad my sister was shaken by the event tho, kinda rubbed off on me, and now I cringe like she did that day anytime a nasty lookin' tool suddenly appears unexpectedly......
also, it wasn't so much a violation of man code, but rather a demonstration of how my distorted mind works....
after the initial shock factor, I immediately focused on what kind of sick fuk would draw a five o'clock shadowish-stubble on bear nuts? He looked like he really took his time..... carefully placing each f'n pube as it grew back from a "porn star" trim the bear had obviously received, compared to the length of my own such stubble right now, about four days prior.....