We even shot off a .38 right next to her... (Which is DAMN loud, to everyone except Graham, our token deaf friend.) And yeah... nothing. Not even a blackout, let alone a faint.
I want my money back.
Now I just a have regular goat.
Sad.
And along the lines of deaf Grahams, he's also allergic. Ode to a 4-wheel ride through the hay fields, ala Hoff...
But we did get in our first goat sacrifice. Actually, I think the goat may be suicidal, she voluntarily walked into the firepit. I don't know why... it wasn't like we were taking turns trying to scare the bajesus out of the thing...
You can't make this stuff up... the pictures don't lie...
2 comments:
I'm so let down by the non-fainting goat. It was the main reason I was going to come visit you. So sad. You should get your money back. Or you could sell the goat to my old neighbors in Colville. But they will eat it. Just so you know. RIP Howard the goat, RIP.
And I was just bragging to all of my uncool, non-fainting-goat-owning friends about my friend in Coupeville with a fainting goat! How disappointing!! You should return the goat and ask for one that actually faints! Just to be sure, bring your .38. Just to, um, y'know - really scare the goat.
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