What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

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Goodnightstory reminded me recently that goats were known in many religions as symbols of sexuality and fertility. Oh YES! I can see that, can’t you?!



(Tell me, what peculiar state of mind must someone have been in, to dub THIS a symbol of sexuality?)

And THIS is miss fertility herself…”Why don’t you come over here and scratch ME with that stick, big boy…”



I look to my left, and there’s Sugar, obviously indulging in sexual fantasies of her own. (Control yourself, Chris.)



Trying to clear my mind of all this obscenity, I stroll towards the creek to check out this lovely bush growing down there, when lo and behold, I uncover a literal ORGY of mating beetles. The flowers on the bush were COVERED with these things, or should I say PAIRS of these things. I even saw a few threesomes.



My virgin eyes cannot endure any more of this blatant, public immorality. I’m going to go get a cold shower…