I still can’t figure out why it is that I love watching animals pick on little kids so much. I don’t think you can chalk it up to childhood trauma like you can when a girl habitually dates abusive guys because her father left her when she was six — I don’t think I have sheep or goat abandonment issues.
But then again, how would you ever really know?
Maybe I just like oddball animals in the same way that I’m into strange looking women. I should try that line at the bar sometime — Baby you so fine, you like a goat to me. Mmmm.
Panty dropper.
