I am presently visting my book team head. He has a number of goats and he had several slaughtered.
But the slaughterer who does the work and buys the meat is prohibited by Federal regulation from disposing of the rest of the animal. It’s supposed to have something to do with Mad Cow Disease. So we had to go collect the hair, skin, bones and so forth and drive them back to my book team captain’s house and bury them.
The rest of several goats is very heavy, so my book team captain called on my ability to help handle heavy weights and move them. I thought I came up here to be the Idolized Author and Intellectual Leader.
I ended up helping him bury a goat.
And not even the best parts of the goat.
#1 by Jay on 10/16/2004 - 2:07 am
Tell him to move to Mexas. Here a mexican can slaughter his goats in an apartment bathtub or in his front lawn and leave the entrails for his neighbors’ half-feral mutts.
#2 by Don on 10/16/2004 - 8:25 am
Re: “I ended up helping him bury a goat.”
Hey. Better than a date with Bella Abzug.