Remember that incident down by the railway tracks behind Walton street a few years ago? The one with the goat? No, come on, you must remember it. Yeah, thats the one. The train pulled up alongside what can only be described as an unnatural act of bestial flagrante delecto. Well, I was that goat. And the bloke what was shagging me was that bloke out of Cracktown. No, not that one, the other one. The other one was hiding in the bushes, watching and masturbating. Apparantly, thats how he gets his jollies. Anyway, I'm not happy about the whole thing. Once it hit the papers, I was pretty much a pariah, and I haven't worked since. And I've since heard that its not the first time they've been caught fucking goats, neither. Not by a long chalk. Which is why i've started this site to unify the goats of the East Riding of Yorkshire what have had wrong done to them, specifically in the form of being unconsentially fucked by Cracktown. Although, if any goats from anywhere else want to join us, they're more than welcome. Cracktown are goat-raping dogshit. Pass it on.
