July 31, 2007
The Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation was created in 1982 by a small group that originally came together as a an informal support group for problems that were the result of traumatic childhood experiences at petting zoos such as Lincolnsfield's Farmyard Funworld.
Each year, over 6000 people are traumatized by goats in the United States alone. The majority of goat traumas occur before age eight and after age fifty-two.
DON'T BE A VICTIM. A VICTIM OF GOATS.
you have got to be kidding.
ARSE!!
Good one TDM!
Plus Hank you naughty monkey this was posted earlier on teh metafilters
mmm goats
I posted it earlier, I think, cos we're on GMT. Either way I didn't see it there, because Metafilter is teh suck, I saw it on Presurfer.
(~_^)
Hey, you gotta be my friend. I wear tabi socks & am learning Japanese. Plus, I am a dragon.
Tabi socks rock. Although I prefer ones with all the toes separate.
Graet! Lets wiggle our toes together. RUB RUB RUB
That's something goats can't do. Littel fuckers.
"I mean, she OPENED HER THROAT, and... and... IN WALKED THE GOAT! It was horrible!!!"
Anyone for goat's milk fudge?
Seriously, that's some really tasty stuff, way beyond good.
Pretty funny site. Crude photo retouching amuses me every time.
I went to the zoo when I was a very small child and an elephant sneezed on me. I was not happy.
Fear My Pet Goat, by GW Bush
I find their eyes to be much like those of my Infernal Masters. For this, I treat goats with indulgence... and a bit of caution.
Holy Crap!
This happened to me!
When I was 12 years old, we went to a petting zoo in Maine. I was feeding those little pellets you can buy for 25 cents to a baby goat. He was nuzzling me while I was petting him after I fed him. I tried to get up and walk away when I realized he was gnawing on my shoulder length hair. I started screaming, and he just kept chewing. Finally, one of the staff got it off me, and I touched my hair to find a huge swath of it gone up to my ear lobe.
I've been keeping my hair short since then-
In fact, I just shaved it a month ago-
Stupid goats.
I was chased by a goose one. Mean buggers.
And I was chased off a cliff by a Doberman. A small one, anyway. Small cliff, that is. Big Doberman.
Petting zoos are a ripoff. I went to one a couple of years ago, stood there for more than half an hour, and nobody petted me.
Weasels ripped my flesh.
Ugh, I went to a petting zoo as a little kid and was totally attacked by a goat. Not only did it try to eat my hair (which went down to my behind at the time) it also grabbed hold of my plastic name tag (which was strung around my neck with yarn) and wouldn't let go. I ended up with chewed hair and a big cut on the back of my neck.
Family kept geese or some kind of big, scary ducks for some time when I was a little kid. Those bastards kept pecking at me. I think they bit me at least once, too.
Flashback, Abiezer!
I am paranoid about geese and swans: my sister was chased by a flock(?) of Canada geese (damn Canadians) when she was about four, and I remember my mother actually being knocked down when she got between the geese and my sister. The ground was slippery, but still.
Goats, though, I used to have a "pet" goat that actually belonged to some neighbours that kept it on a chain attached to a pole on some common land, so I'd go along and play with it. Even though nothing bad has ever happened to me (at least that I haven't blocked out), I gove goats a wide berth now.
I got bitten by a cockatoo once, and another time a horse bit me on the boob.
And that horse was me.
My mother tells stories of being traumatically attacked by great-grandma's mean roosters.
I was attacked by a huge pit bull this weekend. Not in the normal sense, but in the sense of this huge,unleashed pit bull running at me at 30mph, while I stood stock-still not knowing what to do. She head-butted my kneecap and knocked me over. I have a broken kneecap and torn ligaments in my knee.
And my stupid fucking neighbor still won't leash her!
My best-ever high jump was achieved after a very long run up and sadly no spectators but the bull who was chasing me. Other than that I was surprisingly unscathed from the various farm jobs I had when young.
MonkeyFilter: Those bastards kept pecking at me.
I've never been attacked at a petting zoo, but kitty disturbed my nap today.
On preview: That sounds awful, Lara. Have you talked to the cops?
Note to Lara's stupid fucking neighbor: your pit bull deserves to be leash-free in premature doggy heaven. Or some other non-earthly place.
I haven't talked to the cops. I've been waffling about what to do. My problem is that the guy is super violent, and lives in my building. I'm kind of afraid of what he'll do. Sounds cowardly, but I don't want to live with that kind of fear over my head.
Also, I feel badly for the dog. It's not her fault her owner is an ignorant bastard.
oh Lara, I'm so sorry to hear that you are living with that sucky situation!! first of all, I hope that your injuries heal quickly and well. I have to say I understand your concern about calling the cops, unfortunately you have no way of knowing how your neighbor might react, and he's already shown a pretty callous disregard for the safety and consideration of others in the building...
would a quiet chat with the landlord be helpful?
Can't believe I missed Lara's tale of woe, so busy typing my own non-story. I appreciate your concern for the dog Lara, but he's not having much of a life with an owner like that anyhow. Might be better off heading back for another crack at incarnation somewhere nicer.
Lara, I suggest you report him to the police, get a restraining order, and sue your neighbor's ass off. Tell the cops you are afraid of this bozo because he's already injured you.
If you really think he's dangerous and don't want to confront him, then go to your landlord. Tell your landlord you want him out, because you're the nice person that won't sue the landlord, but some other tenant might not be as nice, and will sue his pants off because he knowingly allowed a dangerous situation to continue in his property.
What an asshole.
Asshole, indeed. Feel better soon!
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We seems to gots two fours.
What's with Ralph? First he moans all over the thread about no ghost, then he's out advertising.
MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
"moans" get it?
kick a ginger day
disparagers
of hair
that's carrotty
ginger rust
or just plain red
leave latterday
barbarity
ere redheads rise
before your eyes
in wrathful
solidarity
to strike
ye strike
ye dead*
*an outcome also counter to mental clarity, alas
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