Man gored in the buttocks by bull in Pamplona

[Rob E Dangerously 0]

http://www.news24.com/News24/World/News/0,...1555802,00.html

 

Bull run leaves six injured

10/07/2004 16:24  - (SA) 

 

Pamplona - Thousands of daredevils braved slick cobblestone streets on Saturday in a crowded running of the bulls in Pamplona, with two people gored and four treated for bumps and bruises.

 

The potential for disaster was high on the fourth day of the San Fermin festival because many people came to town for the weekend seeking a quick rush of adrenalin. But the run lasted three minutes, which is about average, and for the most part the six fighting bulls stayed together in a pack - key to preventing them from getting spooked and ornery.

 

The Pamplona city hall said two Spanish men were gored - one in the buttocks and the other in the leg - but they were not seriously hurt.

 

Four other men were hospitalised with contusions. One was 20-year-old Antonio Amante of Michigan. His home town was not given.

 

About halfway through the 850m run, three of the black bulls trotted shoulder to shoulder in a rumbling formation.

 

At a hairpin turn before the homestretch, five bulls slipped and fell, creating a massive pileup. One man got stuck in the middle but apparently was not hurt.

 

Two men who fell did what San Fermin safety rules dictate - stay face down, cover your head with your arms and hope the bulls disperse.

 

Renowned for its all-night street parties, the San Fermin Festival dates back to the late 16th century but gained worldwide fame in Hemingway's 1926 novel, "The Sun Also Rises."

 

The bull runs continue daily through July 14.

 

Friday's run was marred by four gorings, including two Americans, and injuries to at least five other runners. In the two previous days there were no serious injuries.

 

Since record-keeping began in 1924, 13 people have been killed at the festival. The last fatal goring was an American killed in 1995.

 

Man.. what a fucking stupid tradition.

 

Let's run while some bulls chase us!

[Guest FrigidSoul]

I'd try to get my hands on a katana if I ever entered that. Then I'd hack the first Bull skull that came running at me. While the other bulls chased people I'd stand in the middle of the grounds smeering the bulls blood on my chest and screaming like a crazy native.

[Nighthawk 0]

That totally wouldn't work.

[kkktookmybabyaway 0]

Good for the bull -- take as many of these idiots out while you can...

[Guest FrigidSoul]

After I killed the bull I would chase kkk's cats with my katana just for my own amusement.

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

Why use a sword when you can just punch them?

 

I'm going to go do this sometime in the next few years. Can't cost that much to get to Spain. From there, I can live off my wits and pocket change. I've got bull experience as well.

[kkktookmybabyaway 0]

After I killed the bull I would chase kkk's cats with my katana just for my own amusement.

For about three seconds before you feel one of my kitchen knives plunge through your throat...

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

"officer..he was chasing my cats."

 

A scuffle..

 

One cop winds up dead! Good God!

 

kkk isn't a seasoned criminal, though. He panics. He tries to run without knowing where to go. Blood all over his hands, two suspects emptying their veins on his floor while the kitties lap at it, he grabs a scratching post and heads for the door. Lights and squealing tires only a few moments away, he tears ass through the back yard, over the fence, around the neighbor's pool, and makes for the river. There'd be dogs, and surely dogs would be fooled by the river. Search cats though, and that'd be a whole 'nother heap of trouble, he thought. Surely there had to be some light at the end of this tunnel. The cold water was frightening, yet soothing as the sirens quieted behind him..half frozen, kkk is fished out and never quite the same afterwards. The sentencing is brief, the madness plea denied, and we find our cat fancier with his new roomie:

 

..tearing photos out of magazines while the new fish trades blowjobs for catnip-scented dabs of grimy vaseline to ease the pain of his new life.

 

In the meantime, the police try to make sense of this crime scene..Shadow's almost gotten to the liver by this point, and animal control is called in so they can't disturb the crime scene. After making cute little red pawprints around Officer O'Malley, they're lured back into a cage with a piece Frigid's displaced trachea. The ride in the truck is bumpy and cold, and their new cell is even worse. There's this mangy tabby next door who sprays them and rubs his dick against the bars for kicks, while hillbilly kids poke at them with their dirty fingers when their mom has to bring in a new litter of hounds to be eventually gassed. They're not silent though. Even at that age, the little nippers know their fate. Barking incessantly, and never giving the kkkats a moment's peace. One kitty eventually slits its own throat much to the protest of the others. The pound warden rules it a paw-cleaning accident, and tosses the furry little wretch in the hopper bound for the meat packing plant. Soon after, the head cook at the prison decides beeny-weenies are the thing to have on a steamin' hot friday afternoon, and he finds a spare economy-sized can amidst the Bob Barker shampoo and little bags of Chips.

 

That day, kkk gives Mumia his Franks and Beans like always, and watches with a real tear over his prison teardrop tattoo, as a very familiar whisker slips down his cellmate's gullet.