::applause::
I’ve had jerked goat gyros in Jamaica, St Martin, and Barbados. Best damn gyros I’ve ever had!
And a cite. I did a quick search just to make sure my memory wasn’t corrupted.
You know, that’s a very fair observation, and I will certainly take it to heart in future. For now, I think you overestimated the amount of fellow RO that this news would generate here. And then you talk about joining Isis, indicating that you feel the need to cleanse the world of the abomination you describe. Even as a joke it is way over the top for too little reason.
Not sure what “RO” mean, but what part of “mundane” and “pointless” do you not understand?
Recreational Outrage.
ETA. ninja’d.
RO = recreational outrage.
A term that was popular up until a 18 months or or so ago when things got a lot more really outrageous in this country and nobody has time or energy any more for the overblown recreational kind over trivialities any more.
Ah, not “outrage”, just mocking sad, pathetic, vain flakes with more money than brain cells.
I don’t get how doing anything with baby goats is sad or pathetic. I would totally do this for kicks. Totes ma’goats.
Are you one of those people who doesn’t see “cute”? My husband is like that. When he looks at kittens, he feels nothing. Baby bunnies? Nope. At least he has the decency to text me animal GIFs anyway.
“At least he has the decency to text me animal GIFs anyway.”
That was funny
Its all fun and games until the goat poops on your back.
At the local farmer’s market a few weeks ago, I spied a $10 bleen (blackish-green) goat’s milk soap infused with charcoal and puer tea. I had a momentary existential crisis and then backed away slowly.
Did you not watch the video? That baby goat was standing on that man’s back, eating his hoodie!:mad:
If you back away slowly, they’ll spot you and chase you down. Better to run like hell.
You decided, I see, to omit the second part of my post. Here it is again to remind you.
See the thread where I discuss my house full of possii.
My issue isn’t as much with the novelty goat yoga but with it being a byproduct of producing soap from happy goat milk.
I didn’t reply to that part because I thought that 143,000 instances of the roll-eyes smiley would be unappreciated. See, that is something known as “hyperbole.” I don’t intend to actually join ISIS, I was using the comment to humorously imply that the level of mindless decadence involved convinced me that ISIS was right all along. Just as if I had used the closing line “Beam me up, Scotty, there’s no intelligent life here” I would not have literally have been expecting Montgomery Scott to teleport me aboard the Starship Enterprise.
I was thinking you meant Udderly Harmless.
Somehow I missed that part.
I mean, if it’s between happy goat milk and millions of unvaccinated children dying from preventable diseases… Shucks, I kind of like the idea of happy goat milk. Except I don’t like goat milk.
Unless, of course, you’re into that.
I just popped in to say that goat’s milk soap is wooonderful. It makes your skin feel so smooth and nice. I make my own sometimes using melt-and-pour pre-made bulk soap, and I add my own scent color etc.
But it never occurred to me to ask if the contributing goats were one with everything. I have known a few goats in passing; seemed to me that they were always happy as long as they could be getting up to some kind of mischief. The ones I knew used to like to go to a beautiful sunny meadow, find the one or two wild iris blossoms, and chomp them down unashamedly.