Usually, there’s a theme that runs along a group of people. I’m used to families and group dynamics.
I worked at a party Saturday night, and one Sagittarius kept circling back, telling me I could use his story. The theme ran towards Capricorn, with, and I can’t make this stuff up, like, about dozen Capricorn all in a row, Saturday afternoon and evening. This started to get a little better, as that Sagittarius broke the string.
“No, man, true story,” he was telling me, “and you can use it.”
(“True story” means it’s hearsay, and inadmissible in a court.)
He represented a defendant, charged with bestiality. Seems as the defendant was dressing the doe (a deer, a female deer) in woman’s lingerie before the act.
I’m pretty sure the idea is covered in at least two books, a John Updike novel and another, more local, Buck Fever.
I mentioned the books, and the Sagittarius was telling me, yeah, might have been the case.
But it wasn’t just deer - gives a whole new meaning to jerk chicken.
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