Al Gore, Gore-Tex, movie full-o-gore? Nope.

I’m talking about what regularly happens during the running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Do not, I repeat, do not, click on the link below if you are even remotely squeamish. Of course, how can you not click on it, now? Just don’t blame me. Or tell my mother.

Gnarly goring in Pamplona