What happens when a forbidden love affair between a goat and a sheep happens behind the back of an Irish farmer? A geep is born. I'd like to hear some thoughts from our own proc goat.
What happens when a forbidden love affair between a goat and a sheep happens behind the back of an Irish farmer? A geep is born. I'd like to hear some thoughts from our own proc goat.
There was the old expression "you are going to the goats home for wool". Meaning you are going to the wrong place, or you are doing wrong. That kind of thing. That saying is now redundant as you literally can now go to the goats home for wool and get it.
Its kinda like if Sunners and I knocked boots and she gave birth. The kid would come out roaring, not crying, and have a head full of red hair and a mouthful of teeth.
A geep.
