Moonbear
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LOL! I've noticed the ads at the top of the page are now all for goats and goat breeders! The ads must be selected by some program that scans for keywords in the messages or something. But, yeah, there is that dangly thing at the end of the goat penis. I don't know what it does either...I have a vulgar thought, but can't write that here. The pig is the only one that is supposed to have a corkscrew penis...it fits the shape of the sow's cervix. In bulls, it's considered an abnormality, and a bad one at that. More often they get more of a deflection or curvature to one side or another.
I'm now trying to figure out how a discussion on naming skunks wound up with an embedded discussion on animal penis shapes.
Baby skunks are the cutest things. When I used to live with my parents, we had a skunk that came to visit with her babies, right after the raccoon with her babies. It was pretty cute...the raccoon would show up, open the garbage can (was usually very neat about it all), hopped in with her little ones, and either ate inside the can or pulled out a few items that must have needed washing in the water bowls we left outside (for whatever animal stopped by in need of a drink or bath), and then the skunks would show up a little later and clean up the scraps the raccoons left behind. Well, except the day the skunk showed up early and the raccoon wasn't done yet...had pulled leftover turkey bones out of the trash and the skunk and raccoon started a tug-of-war over it...it actually seemed pretty civilized, though we decided to close the windows just in case. This was back when I still lived with my parents (I was only a teenager then)...my parents had the attitude that since they built a house in the woods, and the wildlife was there first, as long as they were outside, they could do what they wanted. Of course I was also the kid who would train chipmunks (mom wouldn't let me continue feeding the squirrels by hand after they ate their way through the back door to get to the peanut jar, but I could feed the chipmunks while sitting out on the patio)...once they figured out I was a reliable food source, they had no problem climbing up my leg to get peanuts...but then they didn't seem to discriminate among different people, so scared my grandmother something fierce when one climbed up her leg while she was visiting. I think I was destined from an early age to either study animal behavior or become a circus performer.
I'm now trying to figure out how a discussion on naming skunks wound up with an embedded discussion on animal penis shapes.
Baby skunks are the cutest things. When I used to live with my parents, we had a skunk that came to visit with her babies, right after the raccoon with her babies. It was pretty cute...the raccoon would show up, open the garbage can (was usually very neat about it all), hopped in with her little ones, and either ate inside the can or pulled out a few items that must have needed washing in the water bowls we left outside (for whatever animal stopped by in need of a drink or bath), and then the skunks would show up a little later and clean up the scraps the raccoons left behind. Well, except the day the skunk showed up early and the raccoon wasn't done yet...had pulled leftover turkey bones out of the trash and the skunk and raccoon started a tug-of-war over it...it actually seemed pretty civilized, though we decided to close the windows just in case. This was back when I still lived with my parents (I was only a teenager then)...my parents had the attitude that since they built a house in the woods, and the wildlife was there first, as long as they were outside, they could do what they wanted. Of course I was also the kid who would train chipmunks (mom wouldn't let me continue feeding the squirrels by hand after they ate their way through the back door to get to the peanut jar, but I could feed the chipmunks while sitting out on the patio)...once they figured out I was a reliable food source, they had no problem climbing up my leg to get peanuts...but then they didn't seem to discriminate among different people, so scared my grandmother something fierce when one climbed up her leg while she was visiting. I think I was destined from an early age to either study animal behavior or become a circus performer.