I can tell you now that none of that can match my biggest phobia. Hell, it might not even match my second biggest phobia… clowns… I shit you not, I’m terrified of clowns. Imagine one popping outside your car when you wanted to start it in the dead of midnight, in a deserted car park, out in the middle of nowhere? I bet you will shit your pants…
Ok let’s get back to my biggest fears then. Bulls. Yep, you read that right. Even though I love the tender juiciness of those tender bovine meat, you will never catch me out in the fields with a bull armed with two horns with the power of ungodly proportions in its neck. And you will never catch me in Spain, wearing all white with a red sash, running the cobbled streets, with thousands of other idiots, yards away from an angry, charging, doped up bull. Never in my entire life. NEVARRRR!!!
Video from Stile Project.
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