Ahh, the good old days.  When men were men, women were women, and lemonade was waiting for you after a hard day’s work plowing the field or rustling some cattle.  It was a simpler time, when Sundays were for Church, but Saturdays were for competitively ripping the heads off of birds.

So yeah, the “good old days” were anything but.  Life was much harder, and people were much more cruel.  We’ve since evolved, as a race, past the point where we’d even consider participating in a sport where you had to run/ride/jump/etc towards an animal dangling by its feet and attempt to yank its head off.

Right?

Of course not.

All that’s missing is one of these “athletes”, breathless and with bloody goose head in hand, looking at the camera to exclaim “Welcome to my world, the world of Red Bull”.

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