Reminds me of a joke my dad told me. Momma bird, baby bird and papa bird on a branch. Papa bird says my instincts tell me it’s time to fly south and away he goes. Few minutes later momma bird said, my instincts tell me to fly south and off she went. Baby bird sits there alone for a few hours and finally says, my end stinks too, but it doesn’t tell me anything.
And if you asked to buy it the response from the owner would be no, cause he is going to get back on the road soon....
Don't fuck with Brahma bulls in Malaysia. Especially whilst riding two up on a bike in the city near a petrol station.
This is funny, 20 years from now. He will be bragging to his friends how he got hit with a ball bat.
My uncle raises longhorns and in fact I cooked a roast from one in the crockpot yesterday....but they are super gentle and easy going....though they look so intimidating.
