Goatfuck

"What a goatfuck," I said.

"Well, sir—frankly, Admiral, everything up to now has been a real goatfuck, so far as SpecWar's been concerned. [...]"

[...] visiting Young Republicans, who learned their manners in frat houses and who would surely be shitfaced and creating a scene—what Bush Advance was pleased to call "a real goat fuck"—but Advance knew, if Lindsay got to the rope line and asked the President elect to stop by, Bush would never say no to a friend, so then they'd have the Free World's Leaders-to-be in a YR goat fuck, [...]

He killed two other men a couple of days before and those two did happen to be ours. Along with the three at that colossal goatfuck a few days before that. All right?

"[...] Do you guys rehearse these goatfucks, or are you just that clumsy by nature?"

"With all due respect, sir," Shibli said, "your operation at Site Tango had all the finesse of a goat-fuck. [...] "

"[...] I'm square in the middle of a goatfuck here."

Lacking that ability to just walk into this goatfuck, because that's exactly what this was. Mondy and Wanstall looked like they were at a little girl's birthday party, and wouldn't look otherwise until it truly became a goatfuck, never mind that anyone with eyes could see it coming.