Take Off Your Pants, Mess With The Bull, You Get The Horns

We don't want to live in a world where the San Fermin Festival goes off without us seeing a naked dude get absolutely wrecked by a confused, cornered half-ton of beef. Thankfully, those who ventured to Pamplona did so without their inhibitions, their fears, and sometimes their clothes.

Skip to the 30-second mark to watch a gentleman stride confidently up the bull, red neckerchief in hand, covering nothing. Does the bull understand human notions of decency? Does it sense that this man is somehow different, more deserving of his aggression? Does it know that as one of its final, futile acts on this mortal coil it would be bringing so much joy to the world?

I like to think the bull knew.

UPDATE: It's a cow.

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