All her bulls get a fair chance to compete for her egg and fill up her womb. You're so lucky that you don't even have to compete. No matter what hapoens, you'll be the Dad. Congratulations, cucky.
I want to renew my wedding vows with my wife. And at the reception I want a bull to slow dance with my wife, his hands on her waist, gazing into eachothers eyes. People watching. What happens next is the bulls choice…
