I got to know a bunch of people in a small town in northern Ontario … a place where a few old farms were still around. A lot of old time folksy people.
I was at a local restaurant one day and one of them said … “hey, there’s John the cow fucker”
The story was that he was caught one day when he was a teen in the barn jerking off or doing something sexual with himself near the cows. People didn’t care about the details and the story quickly turned into John practicing beastiality. That was about 40 years ago but the story, the myth and the nickname stuck with him forever. John hated everyone in town because he would easily get mad with people … then people would just say under their breath ‘yeah, that’s John the cow fucker’
John was actually a nice guy … he just hated his nickname and that stupid story.
Allegedly
That’s spectacular!
Terrible nicknames that stick are a true curse.
I think it’s “Bev the Bong Slayer”
Nevermind that shit. Where do I get me one of those candles?
Apparently Etsy
