Monday, June 20, 2011

Legless in Gaza

There have been goats with no front legs (Slijper acquired one that had learned to walk on its back legs, then described its skeleton in 1942 after it died unexpectedly in a tragic stair-related accident, yeah right).

And New Zealand's newest tourist attraction is a goat with no back legs provided by its owner with a mobility trolley. This is a heart-warming story. If your heart is not warmed then you are a horrible person.





However, if a goat has no legs at all, there is little you can do for it except teach it to play the trumpet.






UPDATED with Bonus Woman Encouraging Bipedal Goat etching. Because I can.

14 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing goat band,
It ain't what they call rock and/or roll...
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fish said...

2-legged goats are cool, but PZ's post is kind of crap. It is like saying lifting weights all day allows for developmental morphology plasticity. I'd say it makes your muscles bigger.

Substance McGravitas said...

The goat needs an engine. That'd make it a motorgoat.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

What if it had a motor and Mickey Kaus?
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

This is a heart-warming story. If your heart is not warmed then you are a horrible person.

If your loins are tingled, then you are a horribler person.

And New Zealand's newest tourist attraction is a goat with no back legs provided by its owner with a mobility trolley.

Strangest J.G. Ballard story EVAR!!!

fish said...

What if it had a motor and Mickey Kaus?

Blows a gasket.

mikey said...

I assume that Karsten, Eberle and Fohr were the previous Goatputation patients? Hey, practice makes perfect, and if you're gonna make cheese you gotta bust a few goats.

What IS it with the ballerina slippers though? I'm beginning to think that the boot must be a twentieth century invention. I mean, yeah, I GET that these doods were drunk all the time 'cause the water was nothing more than a growth medium for fecal coliform bacteria, but you'd think after the twentyfifth busted toe of the week they'd start thinking about building a little more robust footwear.

And while we're on the subject, what's going on with those socks? Sure, elastic didn't exist in any usable form yet, but you'd certainly think weavers could come up with a way to take SOME of the sag out of 'em, fer crissakes. Damn, droopy here would be better off with no-sox. His buddy had the good sense to use the laces of his delicate slippers to hold up his socks. Which means he's probably less drunk - oh shit. Time to start building his box.

Ale, anyone?

Smut Clyde said...

I go away for a day to look at art galleries and you are all HORRIBLE PEOPLE.

Smut Clyde said...

They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing goat band

I hope you are not expecting more cow-bell.

Smut Clyde said...

Damn, droopy here would be better off with no-sox.
I have NEVER HEARD THAT from the Frau Doktorin.

Whale Chowder said...

WTF is it with you Upsie-Downers? If you meet a woman who greets you with "Willllburrr!", run.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

HATS OPTIONAL.

Smut Clyde said...

WTF is it with you Upsie-Downers?

AK is too polite to say anything but unencumbered with politeness as I am, let me Ahem you on his behalf.

I'm surprised, and in a pleasant way, how few Google searches we receive for "horse semen cocktails". They''re probably all directed to the House of Substance.

Another Kiwi said...

I did some subliminal ahemming which is in keeping with the scholarly nature of "Riddled".
Also my computer is barking at me, no kidding, real barking. Now the haunted Zombies are in my computer