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[–] GoodGodKirk 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

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[–] con77 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

that's so retarded I love it!

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[–] sharks_n_colorado 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

I like the example Op. Got me thinking, back when they used to do this back in the day, there probably wasnt that many people clogging the streets so people were actually running 'with' the bulls instead of getting caught up and trampled. Just a side thought.

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[–] HST 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

Oh my God that second bull grabbed the dude by the horn!! That's hard to watch

The rest of the video makes it seem like fun though. Just don't get trampled

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[–] newoldwave ago 

define chaos

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[–] Toxic_Male ago  (edited ago)

Grapes: "Never complain, never explain."

If you don't know who Grapes is, you're simply not toxic enough. (or not Canadian)

You make a stay at home mom happen for your kids. That's a good start. The first 5 years of their lives are critical to raising good kids and it needs to be tag team parenting. But it must be clear, the man is the head of the household. The final responsibility rests on his shoulders and that load is never taken lightly.

I was an army brat, so was surrounded by toxic masculinity. My Dads peers were combat veterans and those are serious men who don't need to showboat, quite the opposite. The quieter they got the more you watched your mouth. And when they stopped talking...

I answered to Dad, and he answered to God, but we all answered to the RSM. Dads rule was, obey my (his) rules and if there's an issue with anyone elses rules, clam up and respond with "talk to my Dad".

When my kids were in diapers, and I was toting them around the mall (and a Dad does not "babysit" his own kids, he gives their Mom a break from the little rugrats), and they needed a change, I took them into the womens bathroom, as I discovered there were no baby changing stations in the mens room (30 years ago) and I was damned if I would use the floor. Never once had a peep of complaint from the women.

One of my earliest memories was being sat on a bull by my Grandad. He was a bull handler. It was like sitting on a dark brown pool table that moved.

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[–] crazy_eyes ago 

not what I expected

thats insane really

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[–] BitChuteArchive ago