"With a dolphin?" I inquired, slightly perturbed.
Guys are disgusting. Seriously, we are. If we aren't talking about cars or sundry bodily functions, then we generally talk about sex. And guys, as you know, will have sex with pretty much anything.
We were sitting in a sunny garden of a country pub, drinking beer and enjoying a splendid steak baguette. The conversation turned to a work colleague who was currently conducting a not-so-clandestine affair with a co-worker who, it was claimed, bore an uncanny resemblance to a bulldog licking piss off a thistle. This proceeded to a lengthy discussion on bestiality.
"There was this guy who got arrested for fucking a dolphin, you know" volunteered one of our number.
We paused to digest this. Rather than try to redirect the conversation to something like cars or football, we continued:
"How? The, er, orifice is pretty well concealed, isn't it?"
"Dunno. Maybe he used the blowhole"
"The blowhole? Ewwww! Thats just sick!"
...as opposed to whole concept of fucking a dolphin.
Like I said. Guys are disgusting.
(Oh, and for anyone interested, the reds won, the blues came second and the yellows were third. Like its going to make a difference.)
