When I lived in Cleveland, the 'ol guy across the street raised buffalo. So, when my seeester came to visit, I said, "Hey. Let's go see the buffalo."
Now, I've heard the saying, "You've been buffaloed!" I kinda picked up that it meant you'd been had or freaked into backing off. Turns out... I was right!
So, seeester and I stand along the split-rail fence in awe of their size when, all of a sudden, several of these 7'-at-the-shoulder-thousand-pound beings come running towards us. Us. Fast. Teeny-weeny split-rail fence.
Two feet before running over two screaming seeesters, they put on the brakes and came to a complete stop, looked at us, and strolled away.
I hate old sayings.
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