Enter Frank Sinatra’s ridiculous croon, sung softly by a urine soaked goat with a beard that hangs down below his balls, martini in his left hoof, cigarette and microphone in his right, swaying to the rhythms of bygone times. Strangers in the night exchanging...
Close your eyes and let your imagination run wild with me for just a few moments. Picture if you will, what would happen if Fabio and Gandalf The Grey were to get it on while listening the amorous intonations of ZZ Top at full blast. Well, it happened. And we have...
A quick biology refresher for everyone: We want milk from our goats; To get milk, we must get our does pregnant; To get our does pregnant, we must bring in a buck… Enter Jack. Or Jack Attack. Or Jacomo Fina Nay. He goes by many names. But he has only...
