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"
So why did you bring up castration? Castration is not going to happen in a slaughterhouse. Trust me.