There was this one time that Candace and I were driving in Pleasant Grove. I noticed out of the corner of my eye something queer. I stopped my car in the middle of the road, immediately put it in reverse, and backed up until I saw something similar to this.
Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you. We saw a large, male, billy goat standing on a barn. We laughed for at least thirty seconds and drove away. The goat escaped my memory until just now. This really happened.
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