That time I was nearly raped by an Oscar Wildebeest during my sojourn in wherever Oscar Wildebeests come from
So there I was
and this fucking mincing playwright
bursts out of the theater, the smell of jasmine all over the place, and instead of going for the Sodomites, he makes a wildebeestline straight for me.
so I pulled out my
knife and cut the shit out of the thing, and it tries to mount me! WTF?
I barely got away with major emotional damage from the biting wit and cutting insults and a severed brachialis radial.
No, seriously. It nearly raped me.