Oh god, no. Reading this just reminded me of one of my past experiences. :sigh:
It all started when my parents bought a goat. Oh did I love that goat, and my parents even said we were gonna keep it as a pet so it can mow our lawns for us.
I played with it, fed it, and treated it as any pet owner would. It saw me and always ran towards my side to get some food that I would sneak it out of kitchen.
All went well until one fatalistic birthday. [i][b]My[/b][/i] birthday. On that day, my father told me to follow him to my backyard, where we kept all the animals of course, and bring a hammer. I did what he said, and obediently followed him. There I saw the goat tied to the a rope and constrained to the ground. He, as in my father, had a machete in his hand. It scared me at first, but I just shrugged the thought and just decided to think we were going to do some carpentry... with a machete...
My father told me to release the goat, and so I did to my relief, and off it went. He asked for the hammer and I gave. The goat ran towards the barn and my dad sprinted after it, me following out of curiosity. I watched in horror as my dad raised the hammer, and [highlight][b]threw[/b][/highlight] the damn thing at the goat's head, rending the goat into a breathing vegetable. My dad then grabbed the goat by the legs and hug it on a nearby tree's branch, the poor thing still breathing of course, and my dad grabbed the machete.
My eyes wide as could be, I watched my dad slit the goat's throat. The poor thing was still breathing, gurgling more and more as it let out more air. Eventually, the goat drowned in its blood, and I was in a state of shock. My parents, being the ignorant people they are, didn't know I was really close to that goat. So in that, they killed the goat on [b]my[/b] [i][highlight]birthday[/highlight][/i]. My dad gave me a heartfelt happy birthday, and I, still in shock, just stood and held back the tears.:frown:
Goat meat is good when cooked properly.
Now you know how to kill an animal for food. Your dad did you a favor, he's not ignorant at all.
Was dinner chock full of goaty goodness?
:frown:
[QUOTE=PrivRyan;18598342]Oh god, no. Reading this just reminded me of one of my past experiences. :sigh:
It all started when my parents bought a goat. Oh did I love that goat, and my parents even said we were gonna keep it as a pet so it can mow our lawns for us.
I played with it, fed it, and treated it as any pet owner would. It saw me and always ran towards my side to get some food that I would sneak it out of kitchen.
All went well until one fatalistic birthday. [i][b]My[/b][/i] birthday. On that day, my father told me to follow him to my backyard, where we kept all the animals of course, and bring a hammer. I did what he said, and obediently followed him. There I saw the goat tied to the a rope and constrained to the ground. He, as in my father, had a machete in his hand. It scared me at first, but I just shrugged the thought and just decided to think we were going to do some carpentry... with a machete...
My father told me to release the goat, and so I did to my relief, and off it went. He asked for the hammer and I gave. The goat ran towards the barn and my dad sprinted after it, me following out of curiosity. I watched in horror as my dad raised the hammer, and [highlight][b]threw[/b][/highlight] the damn thing at the goat's head, rending the goat into a breathing vegetable. My dad then grabbed the goat by the legs and hug it on a nearby tree's branch, the poor thing still breathing of course, and my dad grabbed the machete.
My eyes wide as could be, I watched my dad slit the goat's throat. The poor thing was still breathing, gurgling more and more as it let out more air. Eventually, the goat drowned in its blood, and I was in a state of shock. My parents, being the ignorant people they are, didn't know I was really close to that goat. So in that, they killed the goat on [b]my[/b] [i][highlight]birthday[/highlight][/i]. My dad gave me a heartfelt happy birthday, and I, still in shock, just stood and held back the tears.:frown:[/QUOTE]
This is the funniest thing i have ever read. I can almost imagine your dads proud smile as he shows you how to kill the goat.
I don't understand some people on this thread, I'm willing to bet you've all eaten meat before but some of you think it's bad to kill animals? so basically you don't mind eating the dead meat from another living creature but you haven't got the spine to do the dirty deed, and you have the audacity to make comments like this:
[Quote]You clobbered a sheep to near death and then beheaded it, I could understand if it was something that could fight back but that's just horrible.[/Quote]
Don't get me wrong, I have never killed an animal and i won't if i don't have to, but i won't be cheeky enough to judge people who do. and neither should any of you
[QUOTE=wedwingwon;18598389]Goat meat is good when cooked properly.
Now you know how to kill an animal for food. Your dad did you a favor, he's not ignorant at all.
Was dinner chock full of goaty goodness?[/QUOTE]
I didn't eat. I skipped on dinner that day. I mean, of course [i]they[/i] loved it. So it must have been good.
You sound like an amatuer.
[QUOTE=PrivRyan;18598342]Oh god, no. Reading this just reminded me of one of my past experiences. :sigh:
It all started when my parents bought a goat. Oh did I love that goat, and my parents even said we were gonna keep it as a pet so it can mow our lawns for us.
I played with it, fed it, and treated it as any pet owner would. It saw me and always ran towards my side to get some food that I would sneak it out of kitchen.
All went well until one fatalistic birthday. [i][b]My[/b][/i] birthday. On that day, my father told me to follow him to my backyard, where we kept all the animals of course, and bring a hammer. I did what he said, and obediently followed him. There I saw the goat tied to the a rope and constrained to the ground. He, as in my father, had a machete in his hand. It scared me at first, but I just shrugged the thought and just decided to think we were going to do some carpentry... with a machete...
My father told me to release the goat, and so I did to my relief, and off it went. He asked for the hammer and I gave. The goat ran towards the barn and my dad sprinted after it, me following out of curiosity. I watched in horror as my dad raised the hammer, and [highlight][b]threw[/b][/highlight] the damn thing at the goat's head, rending the goat into a breathing vegetable. My dad then grabbed the goat by the legs and hug it on a nearby tree's branch, the poor thing still breathing of course, and my dad grabbed the machete.
My eyes wide as could be, I watched my dad slit the goat's throat. The poor thing was still breathing, gurgling more and more as it let out more air. Eventually, the goat drowned in its blood, and I was in a state of shock. My parents, being the ignorant people they are, didn't know I was really close to that goat. So in that, they killed the goat on [b]my[/b] [i][highlight]birthday[/highlight][/i]. My dad gave me a heartfelt happy birthday, and I, still in shock, just stood and held back the tears.:frown:[/QUOTE]
Similar thing happened to me, when I was about 10, only with a goose.
But they made me eat it :gonk:
[QUOTE=wedwingwon;18598389]Goat meat is good when cooked properly.
Now you know how to kill an animal for food. Your dad did you a favor, he's not ignorant at all.
Was dinner chock full of goaty goodness?[/QUOTE]
It's not the fact that his dad killed the goat it's that he failed to realize that his kid clearly had affection for the animal. It's not that what he did was wrong, animals need to die if you want to eat meat, but it was hardly a good birthday present was it. and his dad is ignorant for thinking it would be an enjoyable experience. because it's not a good experience (well not for most anyway)
[QUOTE=Insignificant;18598418]This is the funniest thing i have ever read. I can almost imagine your dads proud smile as he shows you how to kill the goat.
I don't understand some people on this thread, I'm willing to bet you've all eaten meat before but some of you think it's bad to kill animals? so basically you don't mind eating the dead meat from another living creature but you haven't got the spine to do the dirty deed, and you have the audacity to make comments like this:[/QUOTE]
Damn straight my dad was proud. In fact, he looked like this. ":smug:"
It's a bit different for me. Watching something that used to live and frolicking in the meadows that is my backyard suddenly going limp with a single hammer to the head just disturbed me. A little.
[QUOTE=Insignificant;18598446]It's not the fact that his dad killed the goat it's that he failed to realize that his kid clearly had affection for the animal. It's not that what he did was wrong, animals need to die if you want to eat mea,t but it was hardly a good birthday present was it.[/QUOTE]
This.
I speak words of wisdom
[QUOTE=the_shape;18598202]Sheep are tasty.[/QUOTE]
Sheep taste stupid.
Have you guys seen the chainsaw pig video? well I think thats how you should have done it.
[QUOTE=Averice;18598336]Would have been awesome if you tilted you head to the sky and yelled "Allahhhh" while doing it.[/QUOTE]
[IMG]http://i49.tinypic.com/10s7odl.jpg[/IMG]
Hellooo and welcome to me humble thread, I knew it was bound to attract such witty remarks.
I certainly hope you enjoyed your visit as much as we did, kind sir; now piss the fuck off.
[QUOTE=PrivRyan;18598342]Oh god, no. Reading this just reminded me of one of my past experiences. :sigh:
It all started when my parents bought a goat. Oh did I love that goat, and my parents even said we were gonna keep it as a pet so it can mow our lawns for us.
I played with it, fed it, and treated it as any pet owner would. It saw me and always ran towards my side to get some food that I would sneak it out of kitchen.
All went well until one fatalistic birthday. [i][b]My[/b][/i] birthday. On that day, my father told me to follow him to my backyard, where we kept all the animals of course, and bring a hammer. I did what he said, and obediently followed him. There I saw the goat tied to the a rope and constrained to the ground. He, as in my father, had a machete in his hand. It scared me at first, but I just shrugged the thought and just decided to think we were going to do some carpentry... with a machete...
My father told me to release the goat, and so I did to my relief, and off it went. He asked for the hammer and I gave. The goat ran towards the barn and my dad sprinted after it, me following out of curiosity. I watched in horror as my dad raised the hammer, and [highlight][b]threw[/b][/highlight] the damn thing at the goat's head, rending the goat into a breathing vegetable. My dad then grabbed the goat by the legs and hug it on a nearby tree's branch, the poor thing still breathing of course, and my dad grabbed the machete.
My eyes wide as could be, I watched my dad slit the goat's throat. The poor thing was still breathing, gurgling more and more as it let out more air. Eventually, the goat drowned in its blood, and I was in a state of shock. My parents, being the ignorant people they are, didn't know I was really close to that goat. So in that, they killed the goat on [b]my[/b] [i][highlight]birthday[/highlight][/i]. My dad gave me a heartfelt happy birthday, and I, still in shock, just stood and held back the tears.:frown:[/QUOTE]
Same thing happened to my youngest brother when he was younger, he had grown fond of a turkey my mother was raising, and was literally rolling in and kicking dirt when they slit it's throat, I really felt sorry for him; he refused to eat turkey henceforth.
A parent should probably take notice of such a thing, it can really affect a child's psyche in early childhood; and not in a good way.
Some parents do this on purpose, some even force their children to eat it, to "toughen them up" as they say; but in my opinion that's just flat-out retarded.
[QUOTE=PrivRyan;18598342]Oh god, no. Reading this just reminded me of one of my past experiences. :sigh:
It all started when my parents bought a goat. Oh did I love that goat, and my parents even said we were gonna keep it as a pet so it can mow our lawns for us.
I played with it, fed it, and treated it as any pet owner would. It saw me and always ran towards my side to get some food that I would sneak it out of kitchen.
All went well until one fatalistic birthday. [i][b]My[/b][/i] birthday. On that day, my father told me to follow him to my backyard, where we kept all the animals of course, and bring a hammer. I did what he said, and obediently followed him. There I saw the goat tied to the a rope and constrained to the ground. He, as in my father, had a machete in his hand. It scared me at first, but I just shrugged the thought and just decided to think we were going to do some carpentry... with a machete...
My father told me to release the goat, and so I did to my relief, and off it went. He asked for the hammer and I gave. The goat ran towards the barn and my dad sprinted after it, me following out of curiosity. I watched in horror as my dad raised the hammer, and [highlight][b]threw[/b][/highlight] the damn thing at the goat's head, rending the goat into a breathing vegetable. My dad then grabbed the goat by the legs and hug it on a nearby tree's branch, the poor thing still breathing of course, and my dad grabbed the machete.
My eyes wide as could be, I watched my dad slit the goat's throat. The poor thing was still breathing, gurgling more and more as it let out more air. Eventually, the goat drowned in its blood, and I was in a state of shock. My parents, being the ignorant people they are, didn't know I was really close to that goat. So in that, they killed the goat on [b]my[/b] [i][highlight]birthday[/highlight][/i]. My dad gave me a heartfelt happy birthday, and I, still in shock, just stood and held back the tears.:frown:[/QUOTE]
He hit the goat in the head with a hammer.
It was probably already dead/in deep shock when he slit its throat.
Still, you learned how to kill an animal for food that day, that can be useful, y'know.
[QUOTE=voodooattack;18598557][IMG]http://i49.tinypic.com/10s7odl.jpg[/IMG]
Hellooo and welcome to me humble thread, I knew it was bound to attract such witty remarks.
I certainly hope you enjoyed your visit as much as we did, kind sir; now piss the fuck off.
Same thing happened to my youngest brother when he was younger, he had grown fond of a turkey my mother was raising, and was literally rolling in and kicking dirt when they slit it's throat, I really felt sorry for him; he refused to eat turkey henceforth.
A parent should probably take notice of such a thing, it can really affect a child's psyche in early childhood; and not in a good way.
Some parents do this on purpose, some even force their children to eat it, to "toughen them up" as they say; but in my opinion that's just flat-out retarded.[/QUOTE]
you're just flat out retarded.
nah not really i agree with you, but i wish i didn't so i could call you flat out retarded and mean it. oh well.
[QUOTE=voodooattack;18598557]Same thing happened to my youngest brother when he was younger, he had grown fond of a turkey my mother was raising, and was literally rolling in and kicking dirt when they slit it's throat, I really felt sorry for him; he refused to eat turkey henceforth.
A parent should probably take notice of such a thing, it can really affect a child's psyche in early childhood; and not in a good way.
Some parents do this on purpose, some even force their children to eat it, to "toughen them up" as they say; but in my opinion that's just flat-out retarded.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, I could never bring myself to ever eat goat again either, so I sympathize with your little bro. :shobon:
[QUOTE=the_shape;18598591]He hit the goat in the head with a hammer.
It was probably already dead/in deep shock when he slit its throat.
Also, I bet it didn't stop you from eating its meat, right? [/QUOTE]
Nah. I never ate goat again, ha ha.
The thing was still uh... meyyyaaaa'ing?
[QUOTE=the_shape;18598591]He hit the goat in the head with a hammer.
It was probably already dead/in deep shock when he slit its throat.
Still, you learned how to kill an animal for food that day, that can be useful, y'know.[/QUOTE]
someone should hit [b]you[/b] in the head with a hammer
Eat its heart, inherit its warrior spirit. :u
[QUOTE=Insignificant;18598446]It's not the fact that his dad killed the goat it's that he failed to realize that his kid clearly had affection for the animal. It's not that what he did was wrong, animals need to die if you want to eat meat, but it was hardly a good birthday present was it. and his dad is ignorant for thinking it would be an enjoyable experience. because it's not a good experience (well not for most anyway)[/QUOTE]
I don't know that his father thought it would be an enjoyable experience but more a learning experience.
When you live on a farm or raise animals for food you should expect animals to be killed.
[QUOTE=wedwingwon;18598684]I don't know that his father thought it would be an enjoyable experience but more a learning experience.
When you live on a farm or raise animals for food you should expect animals to be killed.[/QUOTE]
I have no doubt that his father wanted to teach him a lesson. I never said that animals shouldn't be killed. infact i said the opposite. I only said that killing your sons goat is a bad birthday present.
And if he isn't ignorant then he's cruel.
[QUOTE=Insignificant;18598793]I have no doubt that his father wanted to teach him a lesson. I never said that animals shouldn't be killed. infact i said the opposite. I only said that killing your sons goat is a bad birthday present.
And if he isn't ignorant then he's cruel.[/QUOTE]
Don't you mean flat-out cruel? :razz:
[QUOTE=voodooattack;18598835]Don't you mean flat-out cruel? :razz:[/QUOTE]
lol. indeed
[QUOTE=voodooattack;18598557]
*memeshit*
Hellooo and welcome to me humble thread, I knew it was bound to attract such witty remarks.
I certainly hope you enjoyed your visit as much as we did, kind sir; now piss the fuck off.
[/QUOTE]
No?
I wish I could slaughter a sheep...
Did he drop any good loot?
Mmm sheep..
I like 'em rare. Tender and juicy
Allah akbar
[QUOTE=BackflipHatchetAttack;18598150]Honestly I couldn't do that... Why can't they just give the sheep something that will kill it instead of fucking cutting it's head off...[/QUOTE]
because men are men , and not wussy fighters who think " oh gosh something that we've survived on for thousands of years , it's just not right"
[QUOTE=PrivRyan;18598342]Oh god, no. Reading this just reminded me of one of my past experiences. :sigh:
It all started when my parents bought a goat. Oh did I love that goat, and my parents even said we were gonna keep it as a pet so it can mow our lawns for us.
I played with it, fed it, and treated it as any pet owner would. It saw me and always ran towards my side to get some food that I would sneak it out of kitchen.
All went well until one fatalistic birthday. [i][b]My[/b][/i] birthday. On that day, my father told me to follow him to my backyard, where we kept all the animals of course, and bring a hammer. I did what he said, and obediently followed him. There I saw the goat tied to the a rope and constrained to the ground. He, as in my father, had a machete in his hand. It scared me at first, but I just shrugged the thought and just decided to think we were going to do some carpentry... with a machete...
My father told me to release the goat, and so I did to my relief, and off it went. He asked for the hammer and I gave. The goat ran towards the barn and my dad sprinted after it, me following out of curiosity. I watched in horror as my dad raised the hammer, and [highlight][b]threw[/b][/highlight] the damn thing at the goat's head, rending the goat into a breathing vegetable. My dad then grabbed the goat by the legs and hug it on a nearby tree's branch, the poor thing still breathing of course, and my dad grabbed the machete.
My eyes wide as could be, I watched my dad slit the goat's throat. The poor thing was still breathing, gurgling more and more as it let out more air. Eventually, the goat drowned in its blood, and I was in a state of shock. My parents, being the ignorant people they are, didn't know I was really close to that goat. So in that, they killed the goat on [b]my[/b] [i][highlight]birthday[/highlight][/i]. My dad gave me a heartfelt happy birthday, and I, still in shock, just stood and held back the tears.:frown:[/QUOTE]
:frown:
Should have eaten it raw LIKE A MAN
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