That time I was nearly raped by a yak during my sojourn in Canada
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Dude, that fucking thing was huge. Like, WTF?
So there I was[edit | edit source]
camping in the fucking woods, doing my Solid Snake thing with the Arctic shit and the huskies, right? Like, lumberjack badass shit.
and this fucking yak[edit | edit source]
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Otherwise you'll get raped by a yak. |
bursts out of the trees, musk all over the place, and instead of going for the dogs, he makes a yakline straight for me.
so I pulled out my[edit | edit source]
knife and cut the shit out of the thing, and it tries to mount me! WTF?
I barely got away with a major sinistral external abrasion and a severed brachialis radial.
No, seriously. It nearly raped me.