Bullshit has nothing to do with a bull.
I thought it did. I once owned a pet bull, so I assumed it was related of course.
I figured some cowboy stepped in cow droppings way back.
I mean, if you close your eyes and think of the word, bullsh*t, what do you picture? A bull, the animal, shitting, right? I do sometimes picture my ex-husband’s face, but that’s a story for another day.