A woman in Australia has been killed by her pet camel after the animal may have tried to have sex with her. The woman had been given the camel as a 60th birthday present earlier this year because of her love of exotic pets.
The camel was just 10 months old but already weighed 152kg (336lbs) and had come close to suffocating the family's pet goat on a number of occasions.
On Saturday, the woman apparently became the object of the male camel's desire. It knocked her to the ground, lay on top of her and displayed what the police delicately described as possible mating behaviour. "I'd say it's probably been playing, or it may be even a sexual sort of thing," the Associated Press news agency quoted Queensland police Detective Senior Constable Craig Gregory as saying.
raperaperapeDespite my sometimes cruel and crass humor, I do have limits of taste. Some things cross the line, and one of those things is rape, which is never funny, unless you're raping a clown, and the clown is telling a lot of jokes because that's the only way he can deal with the pain, because he ran away from home to join the circus and did terrible things, horrible things, unforgivable things, and he just wants to cry, cry on mama's shoulder, like when he was a little boy with hopes and dreams and comically oversized feet, but the makeup dried out his ducts and made them a desert of despair, barren of tears, and this, I think, is the cosmic tragedy of clowns.
Given the article's discreet reference to the decedent's "love of exotic pets" and my latent misogyny, I figured that this southern strumpet must have been asking for it. I don't know how she was asking for it. I don't know how one goes about seducing a camel. What with all the time I've spent on the Internet and in Las Vegas I don't know how until now I've escaped instruction in that special style of sexual solicitation, but my blissful ignorance was the best evidence I've ever had of a merciful God.
Once, a particularly perverse friend of mine sent me what I briefly believed to be camel porn, but it turned out to be Alicia Rhodes in a shoot for Cum Spitters 7. The confusion is understandable given the similarities shared by Rhodes and camels, like tremendous watery humps and a hairy upper lip. And for the benefit of my readers who are unfamiliar with this type of arousing art, "cum spitting" refers to the prurient practice of mixing semen and saliva into a cocktail and then, with climactic flair, spitting the mixture with bruising velocity and evident anger at your costars. It's extraordinarily erotic, if you like watching diseased fluids spray furiously forth like syphilitic fire hoses. While I regrettably have never cum spat myself, I did once play a game of paintball armed only with Peter North's penis, and I assume that's the closest possible parallel to hocking a love loogie.
In any case, I figured this unfortunate incident must have been a consensual act. It seemed to me that if anyone wanted to escape the unwanted advances of a camel they could just walk away. After all, camels are built for sand, not speed. It was only after I did some background research that I found out camels are the cavalry of the Middle East and can actually sprint at speeds of up to 40 mph over short bursts, which makes this beast the second speediest sexual predator in the world, just behind Pee Wee Herman and his magical rapecycle.
A whale has died after being harpooned and shot with a machine-gun by aboriginal hunters near Vancouver Island, a U.S. Coast Guard official said Sunday.
Petty Officer Kelly Parker said five people, believed to be members of the Makah band based in Neah Bay in Washington State, killed the California grey whale on Saturday.
The Makah band has treaty rights to kill whales for traditional, sustenance purposes. However, the U.S. National Marine Fisheries Service (NMFS) said the use of a machine-gun may not qualify.
But one of the men suspected in the killing told a newspaper Sunday that he was "feeling kind of proud" and whaling is "in the blood."
Kudu, of course, are a type of endangered African plains animal. Ben's crazy uncle Andy, the original Beverly Hillbilly, who lives in a trailer on thousands of acres of oil land, paid poachers to smuggle him one of these great majestic animals so he could hunt it on his land. After several hours of careful stalking, he overtook the beast, and slew it in the traditional Oklahoman fashion: by riddling it with bullets from the assault rifle he had mounted on top of his Escalade. He skinned it, butchered it, dried it, and sent a whole haunch express mail right to Ben's door. Believe me, there's nothing like sitting in class and listening to your Birkenstocked biology teacher yelling about the planet dying whilst you snack contentedly with the knowledge that you're actively aiding its demise. The irony sweeter than any meat.
But even so, I don't know why machine-gunning a whale engenders such a sense of native pride in our trigger-happy Tonto. It takes some skill, I imagine, to harpoon a whale, but mowing one down doesn't seem that difficult--just ask Biggie. I can't believe how many perks these Indians get though. Casinos, skywalks, and now this? If being an Indian means I get to hunt whale, I need to pick up some paint chips and have a powwow with Great Eagle to convince him to let me in on the fun. A luxurious life of liquor and largess will be mine to lead at last, and I won't even have to move to Appalachia. God bless government guilt.
We clear up the BREXIT for confused Americans wondering why the global economy is collapsing this time.
BEEP! BOOP! ZAP! Video games aren't for my dad anymore! Because he's dead.
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