So, my night went according to Zeus. I brought up bestiality to a girl I met at the bar. I stated how I was utterly against it, and how the thought of such an act was atrocious, and how much I was vehemently appalled by it. I think she thought I was using some sort of reverse psychology on her, because she avoided eye contact with me afterwards. The real reason I brought it up was the fact that I really don’t want contact with someone who thinks that human/animal relations are somehow acceptable. I was trying to protect myself from exposure to this vile, and pernicious hobby amongst the majority of people from the Appalachian regions of ‘merica. I’m just cautious. Sue me. Piss off! Apparently not everyone understands my sense of humor. Their loss.