You know, when I was a kid growing up on the farm I saw a lot of things that most people wouldn't have the stomach for. We'd go hunting in the fall, and I'd watch my Pop slit a deer's throat after he shot it and then gut it out. The steaming entrails had a bloody smell, and Bob forbid you actually slit the urinary glands and made the smell that much worse.
We raised sheep on our farm, and sometimes if the sheep got ill they'd have cases of diarreaha. The sh[Aqua][/Aqua]it would run down their hindquarters seeping into the wool, and flies would settle in. After a while, maggots would be infesting their rear and begin eating away at the flesh. We would have to capture them, give them shots of antibiotics and douse the infected area with hydrogen peroxide to kill the maggots and clean the area. Sometimes they would survive, and sometimes they would submit to misery and be near death. Rather than waste the effort of a bullet my Pop would throw the near-dead sheep into the pig pen. The pigs would eat anything. And the next day when we would go back to the pen there would be nothing left but bones and wool.
As mentioned, we also raised pigs. Their crap leaves a peticular smell, which is bad enough. None of the above really bothered me, until this. We had a small pig that develped a cyst on it's rump. As we were giving shots to the rest of the pigs and clipping their teeth, we left this one for last. When it's turn finally came my Pops pulled out his pocket knife, and punctured the cyst. The most vile smelling pus I'd ever had the misfortune to come into contact with came out, and I nearly emptied my breakfast.
The rash of posters who have come here in the last couple days, including Sisseytheif, are not worth the pus that came out of that pig's ***.
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