You knew I had to post this. And, no, it doesn’t really have anything to do with falling in love with a goat. But a Sudanese man was forced to marry a goat after he was caught having sex with it.
Isn’t that priceless? Read the last sentence of the previous paragraph again. “But a Sudanese man was forced to marry a goat after he was caught having sex with it.” Yes, I know, there are websites dedicated to this phenomenon, but we’re talking about a real life man having sex with a real life goat, ostensibly without the intention of taking pictures and posting them to the Internet.
Anyway, the goat’s owner hears a loud noise out back, goes out there, and finds this dude deflowering his goat. The man was ordered to pay a dowry to the goat’s owner, and possession of the goat was exchanged.
But let’s go back to how the goat’s owner finds out about this. “Honey, do you hear that? It sounds like something is scaring the hell out of the goat. I’m going to go check it out; I’ll be back in a minute.” Thirty seconds or so of travel time to the goat’s location follows, and then BAM! You see some dude mounting your goat.
And you know the conclusion wasn’t drawn instantly. It’s not like the guy walks out there and immediately thinks, “Oh my God, that guy is having sex with my goat!” It had to be something like, “What in the hell is that behind the goat? Is that a guy back there? What is he looking for? Wait, what is he doing to my goat? Oh my God, that guy is having sex with my goat!”
I’ll let the goat’s owner wrap up this tale:
“When I asked him: ‘What are you doing there?’, he fell off the back of the goat, so I captured and tied him up”.
Priceless.
I like this part of it: “They ordered the man, Mr Tombe, to pay a dowry of 15,000 Sudanese dinars ($50) to Mr Alifi.”
15,000 dinars, or $50. That’s one hell of an exchange rate there.
Now, the question is this: how many hookers could he have gotten for $50. Or, maybe he just really likes goats, and now he has a goat that he can have his way with any time.
Regardless, the whole thing is, as you said, “priceless”. I wish the article had a bit more in the way of details.
Do you know if this has shown up on Fark yet, Jeff?
Comment by argriffi — February 24, 2006 @ 2:31 pm
Ah, that’s a very good point about the hooker. Now, you would have to ask yourself, would I rather have x number of visits to a hooker or a lifetime of goat sex? The latter probably works out to the goat’s lifetime, but I’m no zoologist. I think (nay, I hope) most normal people, if given a choice between those two, and forced to pick one or the other, would go with the hooker. But this dude went with the goat. To each his own, I suppose.
And, no, I don’t know if this has shown up on Fark yet or not. I very, very rarely visit Fark. But I went there and performed a quick text search for “goat” and found nothing, so I’m guessing it hasn’t.
Comment by jjk — February 24, 2006 @ 4:13 pm
Because, I mean, this is right up Fark’s alley. They seem to be hooked on bestiality.
I look at fark, but I’m not willing to sell my dignity to actually get a Fark account. The slashdot account was too far anyway. I guess someone else will have to submit this story.
Comment by argriffi — February 24, 2006 @ 8:59 pm
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