The Stylish Bull The Stylish Bull looks down upon you, wearing his hat at a fashionably jaunty angle. The Stylish Bull quizzically raises one eyebrow. No answer you give will meet his expectations. The Stylish Bull silently judges you. You leave, ashamed.
18 comments on “The Stylish Bull”
Did he get the hat before he was brutally murdered?
He’s not dead. He pushed his head through the wall so that he could give you that look.
Did someone dust his face off afterwards, or did he do it a such a low cellular level that he came through the wall cleanly?
Are you sure he’s not a large sheep?
The Stylish Bull dislodged only the parts of the wall necessary to insert his face into the building’s interior. To do otherwise would leave a mess and messy things are not stylish.
The Stylish Bull looks scornfully upon your sheep comment.
It’s a bit unnerving that he talks about himself in the third person. Did he lose some braincells when he twatted that wall?
Unless Chris is actually The Stylish Bull himself, then I’m not sure that The Stylish Bull has said anything at all so far.
The Stylish Bull is displeased with your disparaging remarks. The Stylish Bull is definitely not a sheep.
Sorry, I stand corrected. He’s a bell end.
Is that The Stylish Bull’s wife in that picture?
Nah, the Stylish Bull is a classic loner. The Stylish Bull doesn’t need love and affection, he has the open road and… his hats.
In which case, who’s the lovely cow wearing the yellow flower and the veil?
Trophy wife. Sham marriage. Lady of the night.
Take yo pick.
I pick the sham of the night.
Wasn’t that the name of Mental as Anything’s fourth album?
Yes, I think it was the one before Embarrassing Garment Stain.
Both are classics. Did you know that most of their back catalogue is deleted and difficult to get hold of?
I did, and consider it a blessing.