Running Bulls
My mom called about an hour ago, read me the following article about two american brothers who got gored by a bull today in Pamplona (one on each horn), - http://www.guardian.co.uk/worldlatest/story/0,,-6778076,00.html - said that i probably shouldnt be alive and that she hoped I was having a good day. It was a great motherly phone call and a good reminder that it's the one year anniversary of me and Dwight's ridiculously unnecessary trip to Pamplona to run with the bulls. We really had no idea how dangerous it would actually be and it was interesting to read about some goats that got gored, too. Those goats are crazy. They run around like crazy and always get gored. Goats. Silly, silly goats. Gotta love 'em. Especially their cheese...soft, stupid cheese.
Robby high-jacked my post.
Anyways, if you go running with bulls, just understand that you really might die. It's probably the only time in my life when an animal was within a foot or two of killing me. Glad the Lord let us get through that one.
Oh well, try not to get gored...
- j(w)s
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bro, that is really weird that you read that, because tonight john read an article about the same exact thing...it may be same article, im not sure yet. but anyways, i had completely forgotten that it was back around to that time again and that now is our one year anniversary. how crazy is that, and way more crazy is that fact that we did it and survived and werent gored or killed. we had no idea what we were doing and it was so unnecessary and stupid, yet i guess cool. it has to be cool or we wouldnt have done it. still thinking of our good times, namely hoop/ring the crucifix...
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