I won’t be at all surprised if this story is outed as a fake at some point, but since I’ve seen it in a few places now, here goes. If it is true, it is without question the greatest defense for doing anything that there has ever been and possibly will ever be.
Sunday Moyo, like many of us, seems to be a lonely, lonely man. And like a good number of lonely, lonely men, he has needs that aren’t being met on the free market, if you catch my drift.
To hear him tell it, he did nothing more than slip $20 to a hooker in a club for some action and then something went mysteriously and horribly wrong in the dead of night. The authorities, however, well…they kinda sorta look at it as a dude going at it with a donkey tied to a tree.
Admitting the crime, Moyo told the court, “Your worship, I only came to know that I was being intimate with a donkey when I got arrested. I had hired a prostitute and paid US$20 for the service at Down Town night club, and I don’t know how she then became a donkey.”
Who knows, maybe somebody somewhere might believe that.
But he kept going.
He also claimed he was in love with the animal, telling the court, “I think I am also a donkey. I do not know what happened when I left the bar, but I am seriously in love with [the] donkey,” The Herald newspaper reported.
Moyo, you won’t be surprised to learn, is in custody and scheduled to be examined by a pair of government psychiatrists.
I wonder what they might turn into.