weirdest culture

Did you know that in northern Colombia a boy has to engage sexually with a donkey to graduate to a man? I came across a documentary about this bizarre tradition that takes place in the northern coast of Colombia.

It starts off as a rite of passage ritual that fathers initiate with their sons and is carried on into their adulthood where men often end-up cheating on their wives with donkeys.

Colombians believe that boys should practice having sex with donkeys to prepare themselves for women, that it makes their manhood bigger and also that it prevents them from becoming homosexuals.

This cultural practice is so widely accepted in Colombia that musicians have written songs about it, an author has written a book about it and there is even a festival that celebrates it.

When you see this kind of stuff, you understand that the destruction of all the inhabitants of Sodoma and Gomorrah were fully justified. Just like the complete destruction of our last wicked generation will be just and fair.

Get on the internet at your free time but you have to be careful researching this topic of a complete degenerated culture in Northern Columbia.  There is a lot of vile, insane and horrific videos on the net, that can give even adults nightmares.

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Summer

Thoughts of you surround me

You’re the beating of my heart

The love you give defines me

My life no longer dark

You give your hand so sweetly

I am lost if you’re away

You have me so completely

I need your lips on mine

Nothing at all I wouldn’t give

I’ll take nothing and be fine

For in your arms I’m always home

So happy and so proud

Since that first Monday of the year

I have always wanted more

All the moments in that river

Can’t stay without them

Remember the rain, wah! Wished I could stop time

Smiling on the road was my thing

Ooh babe you cooled me down

Taking you home on that bike

Love in the car that night, for real its blind

Summer, response to that I loved

On our back gate, you came in

Uncountable kisses, the hugs,

A real prince he was

Babe I want more, I miss summer

Don’t let them steal you from me

You’ve gone through much I know

But not that much babe

Your lips on mine, is all I want

A lonely prince, babe its hell

Ever since we met babe

No need for running around, ooh you cool me down

Summer, keep Mr. Prince occupied

You all he wants to smile

summer… don’t go