A unique practice where unimformed, misinformed, or ill-informed,
foreigners that know nothing of the history of Pamplona and/or the practice of the running of the bulls, dimisses it to be simply a pastime where drunken
farm boys, drunk off of whiskey and barly beer, make their way running through town as they are being chased down by a pack of angry, yet amused bulls.
These boys often scream in terror, shouting phrases like "wordOwch! my stomach lining!"/word or "wordMy blood hurts!/word" Or something of the sort while, routinely, but traditionally, being gorged, or even
gutted by the horns of a bull.
