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baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad men, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.
Posted by: crossgirl | March 28, 2007 at 11:38 AM
Just what was in the magazines to make the goats sick? And I think there may have been more than spraypainting going on.
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | March 28, 2007 at 11:39 AM
kick 'em in the goat-nads
Posted by: Keilwerth LA | March 28, 2007 at 11:40 AM
Gagnon also left pornographic magazines inside the barn during his 2 a.m. visit. Two of the goats became sick after eating the magazines.
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At the time, police said it appeared to be part of an ongoing pattern of harassment by Gagnon against the Fiero family.
So orange goat parts get them hot? Who brings p0rn to a harassment party?
Posted by: DeskDiva | March 28, 2007 at 11:43 AM
And those mags make me sick even without eating them....
Posted by: DeskDiva | March 28, 2007 at 11:44 AM
I heard that Michael Jackson was looking for a caretaker for his private zoo... this guy sounds qualified.
Posted by: Clean Hands | March 28, 2007 at 11:44 AM
Those musta been some pretty sick mags. lol What has this world come to? Painting goat nads. (lol @ keil) How'd they like it if someone painted their genitals? lol
Posted by: Tuxgal | March 28, 2007 at 11:45 AM
Painted Goat Nads WBAGNFARB and a big snork @ CH for the Jacko reference. Doesn't the job come with a residence right next to MJ's room?
Posted by: DeskDiva | March 28, 2007 at 11:47 AM
Must've been Tag-genburg goats.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 11:53 AM
....cough....
ok..."Toggenburg" is a breed of goat, but these were 'tagged' so....oh, well. A goat farmer would get the joke. Guess that limits my audience slightly.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 12:02 PM
Why is my milk orange?
Posted by: I pooted | March 28, 2007 at 12:06 PM
*asks around the office for any goat farmers to appreciate annie's joke*
Posted by: Layzeeboy | March 28, 2007 at 12:07 PM
I got it Annie, I was too busy trying to connect "fainting" to "painting" to snork.
*snorks*
Posted by: Gadfly | March 28, 2007 at 12:08 PM
So, with goat farming, do you plant them in the Spring? Or are they a fall crop? Inquiring minds want to know...
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 28, 2007 at 12:09 PM
You plant them near the Rye, so they can devour it as they grow.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 12:18 PM
i know at harvest time, you have to wear kid gloves!
Posted by: crossgirl | March 28, 2007 at 12:18 PM
There's nothing like a field of Angoras in full bloom.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 28, 2007 at 12:23 PM
Goat #1: Hey, dude, what's with the orange genitals?
Goat #2: Well, last night I found some p0rn mags and a bag of Cheetos....
Posted by: Ford79 | March 28, 2007 at 12:26 PM
That guy really gets my goat.
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | March 28, 2007 at 12:27 PM
And I guess goats really will eat anything.
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | March 28, 2007 at 12:28 PM
misdemeanor criminal facilitation?
Facilitation's criminal? Need to make sure the curtains are closed more often ....
Porn makes goats sick. Gotta remember that one too!
Posted by: kibby F5™ | March 28, 2007 at 12:29 PM
Baaaaaaaaack from lunch.
Annie, I've learned SO much about farm animals from you. It's almost like having blurk around with his insightful and very descriptive cow lectures.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2007 at 12:30 PM
Mahopac is the place for me.
Goat farmin’ is the life for me.
But orange paint is not propriety!
These guys must pay the Humane Society.
I have a problem, I’m no saint.
I get a woody spraying paint.
But I left my porn mags on the floor;
That she-goat was mooning to follow me out the door.
...The goats!
...Wild oats!
...Livestock!
...My cock!
You are perverse….
I guess it could be worse….
Mahopac we are there!
Posted by: DeskDiva | March 28, 2007 at 12:32 PM
have you ever looked at a goats eyes? (Obviously this question is not for AWBH) they're weird....maybe that's why this guy painted them with orange....
Posted by: Keilwerth LA | March 28, 2007 at 12:36 PM
*Green Acres snork* @ DeskDiva!
Posted by: Just Ducky | March 28, 2007 at 12:39 PM
If you learn one thing - don't ever turn your back on a goat. They like to butt things.
And also, again, relentlessly, again - make sure the whipped cream is at room temperature.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 12:45 PM
so if you turn your back on a goat....they might butt.....hold on....your...they might butt....YOUR BUTT?
Posted by: Keilwerth LA | March 28, 2007 at 12:46 PM
...funny...
Posted by: Keilwerth LA | March 28, 2007 at 12:46 PM
It was clear to any who saw
That these two had broken the law
But to the judge it's okay
To whack off in the hay
And paint orange the caprinic hooha
Posted by: Gadfly | March 28, 2007 at 12:53 PM
funny...until it happens to you.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 12:54 PM
funny...until it happens to you. Then it's hilarious...to us.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 12:54 PM
There's an echo in here...in here.
Glad to help any Newbians(Nubians) to the goat world, Siouxie.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 12:59 PM
mmmmmm....nubians to the goat-nads world
Posted by: Keilwerth LA | March 28, 2007 at 01:04 PM
Hello..hello...lo...o...
yep there is, Annie.
I must say that "Siouxie and the Goat Nubians" wNOTbagn for my next band.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2007 at 01:04 PM
We had a couple of goats that we used to keep the grass down on some property I had in Florida. The male goat seemed to think my (ex) wife was some kind of personal affront and would spend the entire day stalking her and butting her at every opportunity. The rest of us (me and my two children) thought this was absolutely hilarious.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 28, 2007 at 01:07 PM
Hammie, couldn't you just buy a lawn mower??
*thinks you put hay down the back of her pants*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2007 at 01:10 PM
Siouxie, how would I train a lawnmower to chase someone?
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 28, 2007 at 01:11 PM
*not shocked she's an 'ex' wife*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 01:13 PM
Good point.
Lawnmowers are pretty stoopid.
Carry on...
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2007 at 01:15 PM
My one and only goat story (so far to date):
A fraternity buddy and I were on our way back from a day at the racetrack where we drank WAY too much when we stopped because we saw a sign on the roadside that read, "Baby Goats for $10"
We thought this was an excellent price for a goat (not having really priced them previously) so we got one. Cute little fella. We were about halfway back to our college when it dawned on us that we both lived in the dorm which (as far as we knew) had a strict NO LIVESTOCK policy.
Thinking fast (or what qualified as fast for us), we stopped at the mall, bought a necktie, put it on the goat and took it to our fraternity advisor's house. (who was also head of the English department). When he answered the door, we informed him we had bought him a necktie for all his efforts on behalf of the fraternity and the mall threw in a free goat.
We handed him the goat and fled before it had time to sink in. We learned later he kept the goat in the bathtub that first night (much to the consternation of Mrs. fraternity advisor) but later moved him to a pen we helped him build in the yard.
The goat, officially named Bud Light, in honor of the beverage that led to his adoption, became our official frat mascot. (and for the record, a baby goat is a MAJOR chick magnet on campus _ especially when you're bottle feeding him).
He served the fraternity proudly for about a year and then got shipped off to the mascot retirement farm where he could live out his life basking in the glory of his college days.
And that's what happened. True story. (burp)....
Posted by: Clark Kent | March 28, 2007 at 01:25 PM
I'd love to have a herd of goats to keep my lawn under control. Trouble is, they'd also keep my garden under control, AND Mrs. H. would refuse to eat them when the inevitable time came.
Posted by: Clean Hands | March 28, 2007 at 01:25 PM
Great story, Clark! LOL
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2007 at 01:37 PM
i've had goats. they did not eat grass. no weeds in their pen, but plenty of grass. i miss the goats.
Posted by: crossgirl | March 28, 2007 at 01:38 PM
It just makes the world a better place when people can come together and forgive the transgression of someone painting your goat's balls.
Posted by: Beppie | March 28, 2007 at 01:42 PM
Goats trim grass a bit too short for me. (it's that overbite they've got going on.) I had a pet cow I used to mow the lawn. She hated tulips, so she did a wonderful job trimming around the flower bed.
I miss that cow.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 01:44 PM
Dang, no goat stories. I did have a nannie a long time ago, though.....
(SNORK! @ Clark's academic adventures)
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 28, 2007 at 01:49 PM
*sigh*
Me either...
I used to drink goat's milk....does that count??
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2007 at 01:52 PM
Good for you Siouxie!
And goat's milk is hard to find sometimes.... We learned that from our experiences with Bud Light....
Posted by: Clark Kent | March 28, 2007 at 01:56 PM
Oh, the things I could tell you.....
Posted by: Billy | March 28, 2007 at 01:59 PM
Not funny alert - years ago, a few horses were 'tagged' at the LA equestrian center. This was a horrible, horrible thing to do to innocent animals. If I ever caught the guys who did that, I would tattoo their nads. Seriously. /not funny alert.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 02:15 PM
ummm, annie...? explain please.
Posted by: crossgirl | March 28, 2007 at 02:27 PM
Some taggers snuck into the barn area one night and spray painted gang logos on some of the horses.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 02:34 PM
oh. i didn't know what you meant by "tagged". was it toxic?
during hurricanes we mark our livestock with greasepaint, but i've yet to see anything gang related.
Posted by: crossgirl | March 28, 2007 at 02:41 PM
It was basic spray-paint. It doesn't come off very well. The horses were freaked out for quite a while.
This was different from greasepaint. These were thugs leaping into stalls in the middle of the night, with hissing spray cans. I hope they got kicked good.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2007 at 03:02 PM
These goats got off easy (so to speak). Ever see the play/movie Equus?
Posted by: peter shaffer | March 29, 2007 at 10:30 AM
Why is my milk orange?
They are male goats...and that ain't milk.....
Posted by: Danka Train | March 29, 2007 at 01:07 PM