Arizona. Our nation's 48th state. Home to the majestic splendor of the Grand Canyon. Birthplace of such great Americans as conservative icon Barry Goldwater, labor leader Cesar Chavez, and creepy rocker Stevie Nicks. Site of the World's Smallest Museum.But if you've been reading the M Zone, something is wrong--seriously wrong--in Arizona. First it was the porn cheerleader. Then the high-speed-connection-seeking masturbating undergrad. Next, the nude bicyclist. Now, allow me to introduce you to Leroy Johnson, a deputy fire chief in Mesa County.
From The Smoking Gun comes this troubling but ultimately inspirational story of unrequtied love between a drunk man and one gritty sheep.
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Every Tennessee grad knows that the best way to fuck a sheep is to stand the sheep on its hind legs and stand face to face with its front legs over your shoulder. That way you don't miss out on all the kissin'.
It's the blistering summer sun that drives the locals crazy around here.
From polygamists in the northern part of the state, to the disprportionately large "swinger" population in the Phoenix area, to people with way too many guns living in trailers parked out in the desert, to the thousands of illegal immigrants dumping trash everywhere, to the town just down the highway where everyone thinks it's San Francisco AND still 1967.
That last town--Bisbee--is where Charles Manson wants to live should he ever get paroled.
Nothing about Arizona surprises me anymore.
He even looks like a sheep fucker.
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