the donkey hunter
Muchos research done today, and failed to get in touch with the magazines ppl down in NY, but this is a long monotone story that is boring beyond comprehension and may just make your ears bleed with the sound of a mundane days being.....
So instead, i shall focus on a more sidetracked part of my day today and continue, to eulogise about donkeys, and so turn away now at your own discretion!
There once lived a donkey in Ireland, a normal donkey aside from the largely numerous hormone count he had resulting in an extended length and girth of penis, making him more super-donkey, either way said donkey, lived in a padded stable. For this was a donkey of mean power and temperment, with balls the size of melons. And the story starts a little something like this...
The Donkey exists formerly as a more compact, lightweight and more resilient form of horse, yet comparatively slower. Much like the Ford Fiesta sports model. But at the same time loud and ear drumming. Much more the chav form of zoological transport. Yet Donkeys through their bigger exhaust for anger, fair the happiest of barn animals.
For it is one of few lasting memories of Egypt that is a donkey rolling carelessly in the sand all chipper and excited. As you see Donkeys are the Jamaicans of all haulage animals, calm, fiery and a long list of other words too explicit to mention. (or maybe im lazy, your call, but digressing) For Donkeys in all their complex simplicity are the key to thier specimens evolution, making Mules. They are the hidden quadrepedal to aim high enough and fuck horses. successfully anyways. lets face it there are sick bastards of swines out there who have boldly gone where few men have before! (Sorry my trekkies out there). And so comes the mule, entering stage right.
Thus the Donkey, oh great alleviator of luggage, four legged freind, him who is excessively large and cross species able, we take this one to you, my hairy lazy phase of freak creation
WE SALUTE YOU!
So instead, i shall focus on a more sidetracked part of my day today and continue, to eulogise about donkeys, and so turn away now at your own discretion!
There once lived a donkey in Ireland, a normal donkey aside from the largely numerous hormone count he had resulting in an extended length and girth of penis, making him more super-donkey, either way said donkey, lived in a padded stable. For this was a donkey of mean power and temperment, with balls the size of melons. And the story starts a little something like this...
The Donkey exists formerly as a more compact, lightweight and more resilient form of horse, yet comparatively slower. Much like the Ford Fiesta sports model. But at the same time loud and ear drumming. Much more the chav form of zoological transport. Yet Donkeys through their bigger exhaust for anger, fair the happiest of barn animals.
For it is one of few lasting memories of Egypt that is a donkey rolling carelessly in the sand all chipper and excited. As you see Donkeys are the Jamaicans of all haulage animals, calm, fiery and a long list of other words too explicit to mention. (or maybe im lazy, your call, but digressing) For Donkeys in all their complex simplicity are the key to thier specimens evolution, making Mules. They are the hidden quadrepedal to aim high enough and fuck horses. successfully anyways. lets face it there are sick bastards of swines out there who have boldly gone where few men have before! (Sorry my trekkies out there). And so comes the mule, entering stage right.
Thus the Donkey, oh great alleviator of luggage, four legged freind, him who is excessively large and cross species able, we take this one to you, my hairy lazy phase of freak creation
WE SALUTE YOU!