When a Viking loses his sword, battle axe and or any other large beating weapon,
he will proceed to rip off the leg of a goat usually one or both of the back legs and beats the crap out of whoever is near with the bloody end; after beating somebody with it, he eats it.
A camper once disapeared at camp Bridgeport in 1978. He had been sneaking out of his cabin to visit a girls cabin when he disappeared. They searched for two weeks but could not find him anywhere. A few years later the camp director was staying in the cabin and he heard the boys voice. When he went out side all he found were hoof prints. Legend has it he continues to roam bridgeport camp and attemps to lure children into the woods.
“Goatleggin’ it” is living in the moment, not worried about the past or the future. It’s a flow, a movement, and a lifestyle. Like water over rocks, goatleggin’ is the tempered response to the friction of everyday life. The articles found on blogwill be written in this vein, stories about living for today, ruminations about the future and interviews with interesting people who evoke the goatleggin’ lifestyle
slip of the tongue perhaps,
Those idiots who drive around in a ridiculously raised pick up truck, making a top heavy vehicle even more top heavy and unstable
A:*gah*
B: "Whats the matter"
A: This dam prickup is blinding me.
B: Stupid thing's, as if there lights weren't blinding enough as it is.