"Hey, I’ve got my son for visitation and I’m in Pamplona. What should we do together for fun? I know – I’ll take him running with the bulls!"
What? The? FUCK??? What father with, oh, I dunno, maybe 1.3 milligrams of brains would think it’s a grand idea to take his ten-year-old son into narrow crowd-choked streets full of hungover and/or drunken macho-crazed idiots, just ahead of several tons of longhorned, sharp-hooved, wildly galloping enraged beefsteak*? And then, when a judge revokes his visitation rights, stoutly insist he’d do it all over again?
One can only hope that this bulldung-brain will run with the bulls again (minus son) and get up close and personal with Mr. Horn.
- Shamelessly ripped off from Tom Lehrer.