“Is that N’ Sync I hear?”
Bulls are huge, powerfully built animals with menacing horns, devastating hooves, and an unflinching desire to be left alone.
Bull-riders, by comparison, are sweaty little cowboys who feel it’s heroic to climb onto the backs of bulls, regardless of how irritating it is to the bull.
Bulls have names like Destroyer, The Widow-Maker, and The Mauler.
Bull-riders have names like Bucky, Earl, and that guy who used have testicles.
Bulls are simple animals, content to stand around and chew their cud, occasionally pausing to pee on the dirt.
Bull-riders are simple people, content to stand around and chew tobacco, occasionally pausing to pee on the dirt.
The only thing in which bulls truly revel is inflicting life threatening injuries upon things that annoy them.
Bull-riders annoy them.
The only things that bulls hate more than bull-riders are rodeo clowns, the Kardashians, and boy bands.
Note: it should be mentioned–the entire animal kingdom hates boy bands…especially badgers.
We’re coming for you Timberlake.
The sanctioned amount of time a bull-rider must stay on the bull is eight seconds. It was found to be the amount of time it takes the average person to look up, do a double take, gape momentarily, then utter the phrase: “would you look at what that idiot over there is doing.”
The bull-rider sneaks up behind the bull while it’s minding its own business, peeing in the dirt, enjoying a moment of quiet reflection, and he scrabbles onto the bull’s back.
The bull is then released into the arena where storms around in a state of agitation as it attempts to repel the annoyance that has so rudely interrupted his peeing.
Note: a bull in a state of agitation, closely resembles any other creature in a blind rage…or Charlie Sheen on a good day.
Meanwhile the bull-rider is being thrashed about like a rag doll.
The bull swiftly dislodges the annoyance, launching him through the air. The annoyance crashes to the ground, tumbles several feet and skids to a halt.
He displaces an impressive amount of manure filled dirt with his face.
His teeth continue on for several more feet.
As the bull-rider staggers to his feet, dazed and unsure of what’s happening, the bull finishes peeing then turns to face him.
The bull lowers its horns and beats its hooves at the dirt; a malevolent glint appears in its dark animal eyes.
As in any time of great crisis, men wearing make-up are called upon to save the day: the rodeo clowns are deployed.
They dance around the bull, taunting and mocking it (evidently the bull is not pissed-off enough yet) until they can lure the bull’s attention away from the bull-rider.
Sensing that their efforts are falling short, they form a line and belt out an N’sync medley.
The bull becomes so confused with rage that it charges into the stands and heads straight for Kim Kardashian and Kayne West, who just happen to be in attendance.
The bull gruesomely gores Kim Kardashian’s butt, which for some unexplained reason, was fully nude and oiled-up.
The crowd cheers wildly.
The bull-rider is saved; the rodeo clowns are showered with cheers and adulation. It seems that all is well, until a pack of frenzied badgers pour into the arena and savagely attack the rodeo clowns.
After several moments of shrill screams and wild chittering, the badgers flee as quickly as they appeared.
The rodeo clowns lie in the dirt, bloody and defeated, their painted on smiles betraying them.
“You’re dressing oddly these days Kayne.”
Somewhere in the deep recesses of it’s mind, the bull feels a deep sense of satisfaction.