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.
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.
by Tai July 10, 2003
when yo bowls emit a loose, light brown (or sandlewood, if you will) fecal discharge at an inopportune momemt.
Egad, Chalmers, I'd love to continue this conversation, but I must make haste to the toilet as I've just had a little running of the bulls
by Colin Bowel October 21, 2003
by Nate July 11, 2003
something only real morons would participate in; of course they learn the hard way when a bull decides he's having rump roast for dinner
by Alex July 11, 2003
by Ron Coleman February 16, 2009
It was morning. The bulls would be running soon. That means the bulls would need fighting. "I will fight the bulls," said Nick as he chugged his morning whiskey.
Nick grasp his wooden stick tightly as the bulls charged toward him. "I must fight the bulls," said Nick as he swang his wooden stick at the first bull.
by Paul Thundergod July 08, 2003