well, they KIND of got it right.
used to live on a small market garden. heard some commotion one night outside, thought nothign of it, it was coming from the goatshed.

a little later a rather irate neighbour was beating down the door.. turned out he'd been woken by the sound of two men running up the road shouting, being chased by a VERY irate billygoat who was now munching on his beloved flowerbeds and refused to be dislodged.
turns out the cunts had jimmied the lock of the shed, hoping perhaps to steal the lawnmower, only to be faced with the twitchy, perpetually randy, stinkin horned demon known fondly as 'petroc' (in public) and 'FUCKER' in private.
well, they were right in one respect- he was our lawnmower.
bunch of cunts.
the funniest bit was that he managed to open our jury-rigged door again after we'd gone back to bed, and BASH A HOLE in the admittedly rather cheap shed the female goats were kept in, presumably after he tired of rogering them senseless, he took them to visit the nice new restauraunt up the road... hence us being woken AGAIN by the same neighbour, again apoplectic with rage and seein his once-proud flowerbeds filled with forlorn stumps. and rotund goats.
:D
he was a prize-winning cock anyway.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Sat 26 Apr 2008, 1:58, Reply)