Maybe I’m jaded, but the most disturbing part to me was the syntactic ambiguity in the last sentence:
The ambulance was bleeding heavily?
Bad grammar disgusts me.
Should we ask how you acquired that particular bit of knowledge?
That explains it. The chicken was giving him head, and the guy got a little confused and brought the axe down just as his nuts were slapping the chicken’s chin.
You realize that your username makes this post especially hilarious, right?
I was going to ask how the chicken got into his underwear, but Colibri has squelched my curiosity.
An acquaintance told me about it, though he said he had never tried it himself for fear of the same consequences that befell the unfortunate Mr. Mocanu, since he was sure he would have ended up choking the chicken.
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
Yeesh. Cock-a-doodle-don’t, pal.
Colibri-“When having sex with a chicken, decapitatating the bird at the moment of climax is supposed to produce the ultimate sensation due to the resulting muscular contractions.”
That’s correct. It’s known as ‘avain necrophiliac bestiality.’
In my youth, I experimented with avain necrophiliac bestiality, but I decided that it was a habit that I needed to break, so I quit.
Cold turkey.
Yeah, I would expect that trying to have carnal relations with a frozen butterball would be quite discouraging.
Dude must have been packing some serious love pipe.
That’s gross! He ate it with relish?!?
I see he’s taken the Donkey Punch to the next level.