Like the bull ever really has a chance, even with the occasional, rare gore of the matador. Bottom line: he's dead meat at the end of the day.

That sure is a Gay outfit he's got on . . .

Not to mention his fancy foot-work, too . . .

**** . . .

Yeah, I had to kill a spider today. Nobody weakened him ahead of time for me. Bunch of pansy asses.

Though I did have a bit of a wedgie also.

Exhausted, confused and disoriented by the hurrahing in the stands (cheering at its death -- a dumb animal. Can you believe that??).

Yes, the little tight-ass in the "suit of lights" is one brave dude.

That's why he crosses his legs.

Too tight to get in there.

He sits when he pees too.

Guaranteed.

Bull fighting must have changed. Those look more like banderillas, than the sword used to make the kill.