My dad, dear ol` dad, used to head to Nevada every year for mulies. I'm not sure why he went, because he never brought back anything, except one time. I was about 8, and he brought back a cow skull. I'd never seen one before, since the FDA didn't permit livestock on a prune ranch that processed it's own fruit. When I asked what this gnarly skull with the huge teeth was, he says "oh, that's a 'garoofer', and it lives under your bed". Gee, thanks dad, scared the living squat out of me, and for several years after, I decided the risk of encountering a "garoofer" under my bed outweighed the need to get a drink of water, or anything more pressing for that matter!
Thats classic. I have found several horse skulls in the past couple weeks. My wife always says she is going to paint them turquoise and use them as decor around the house. Maybe next year ill scout out a garoofer and use it the same way. Im sure it backfires when you tell them to clean under their bed though!
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