Yet one more reason that the entire thrust of human civilization has been an attempt to get as far away from nature as possible. Cars might cause air pollution and global warming, sure, but you’ll never have to worry about getting horse boogers on your hands.
After I posted, it also occurred to me that the bull might realize who’s the boss and have second thoughts about trying any more rough stuff when you let go of the ring.
I guess the idea was that you might as well try it, otherwise there’d be no chance of saving yourself.
Ah, but you’ll also never hear your car nicker to you in greeting, nudge your pocket for a carrot or nuzzle your cheek with a velvet muzzle.
Horses are WONDERFUL! 
Your car will also never do a shit in the road, or get startled by the same gate it’s seen every day for years.
Also if you bend a wheel on a car, you need an new wheel. If you bend a wheel on a horse (so to speak), you need a new horse.
Horses are an expensive, high maintenance pet, and it could be argued they are a hobby, or even a job. As a means of transportation, in a modern world, they suck.
My wife would agree with you completely. Me, I’m an unabashed city mouse; I think Chicago and New York are just as much America’s wonders as Yellowstone or Monument Valley.
Married bulls are called “steers”.
Regards,
Shodan
You have your opinion, I have mine. I never said they were a better means of transportation. They are not. But emotionally, I’ll take a horse everytime, and you’ll never convince me otherwise.
OK, time for a geezer story. When I was a kid in rural Ohio and Iowa where there were lots of small dairy farms and many farmers kept a mature dairy bull, we could figure that that every year someone connected with a classmate, a father, uncle or grandfather, would be killed by a supposedly gentle bull. There is no such thing as a gentle bull. There are only bulls that have not turned vicious, yet.
Our neighbor had a good Holstein bull, named Ferdinand, who got too big to do his job. He was kept in a pen made of railroad ties adjacent to and connecting with a box stall in the barn, likewise made of railroad ties. To get him into a truck to go to the slaughter house a loop of hay rope was maneuvered around his neck , the free end of the loop run out the gate, up a ramp, through the stock truck to a tractor and the big dummy towed out of his pen and into the truck. The butcher actually killed him in the truck because one ton of angry and confused bull was the last thing he wanted lose on his kill floor.
The wide spread acceptance of artificial insemination has eliminated many of the dangers of large animal farming. None the less, no bull can be trusted, with or with out a nose ring and a bang pole. Even those doe eyed Jerseys will take you in a heart beat.
As a married “bull” myself, I approve of that statement.
i seem to recall a song, Savoy Brown with a title i recall as
‘She got a ring in his nose and a ring on her hand’
Emotionally, horses kind of suck. You can’t have a pleasant twenty minutes of sex in a horse’s roomy interior, for example.
Bulls have rings because they are fucking cool. They’d have tats, too if a tatter could get close enough.
(bolding mine)
WTF?! 
Please expound on that statement and enlighten us all, as to what in the HELL, “twenty minutes of sex in a horse’s roomy interior”, consists of! :dubious:
I would like to second this! And your car’s emission’s can’t be composted to make the flowers in your garden pretty.
Just trying to get a rise out of me, obviously. The only ‘emotions’ this person has is getting laid. They certainly do have a way with words tho don’t they?:rolleyes:
Added:
Thank you BanSidhe!
That’s what we like to call a joke.
Really? :dubious:
I’m fairly certain that I’m not ‘humor impaired’ in any way, by any standards, but I just ain’t gettin’, that one!
(Care to clue me in?)
I thought it was pretty obvious. You can’t have sex inside a horse. You can have sex inside a car. So that’s an advantage of a car over a horse.
Doesn’t that depend on what state you’re in?
For those among us who have stubborn or unruly teenagers that want piercings…keep this cattle-raising concept in mind.