Being a bull-riding aficionado, last night I was explaining to my brother all the fun things they do to the bulls to get them to kick.
"What the hell?" my brother asked. "Was that the result of a bunch of cowboys sitting around and trying to think of all the things they could do to a bull?
"'What's even more annoying than just sittin' on his back? Hey, man, you know what I hate? When somebody puts a rubber band around my nuts -- that hurts like hell! I'll bet that would piss off a bull somethin' fierce.'
"'Yeah. And you know how I'm always gettin' Tasered by women at the mall? I'll bet a bull wouldn't like that none, neither.'
"'Hey. We could call the bull by his middle name. Jesus I hate that.'
"'I don't think that's gonna work, Clarence.'
"'Goddamnit, what'd I just say? I just said I hate that. You guys are bastards, you know that?'"