Originally Posted by watermock
I've told this story before, but this reminds me of pig castration, and golfing. When I was hawking cars for some cuthroat dealership in Garland/Dallas, we golfed alot. There was a river to the left and a pig slaughterhouse across it. I don't know why, but they still used guns for the kill. I guess it was Texas afterall. So you waited for the next shot, giggled and teed off #1. It was strangely mobid but funny.
"Wait for the gunshot, you will slice it into the river"
First time ever golfing and pig castration were used in the same analogy. And then, it somehow evolved into killing the pigs. And what's completely bizarre is that I kind of got it, and it made me laugh a little.