We had the X-mas party for firefighters' families today. One of my good buddies on the Department is a fellow named Ken. He has been in Canada for about seven or eight years now. Born and raised in Scotland. We often joke about the sound of velcro--we use clasps to close our bunker gear and a velcro closure to cover the clasps--and how it makes the sheep nervous. Anyway, as one of the kids was using a stick to smack a candy-filled pinyata that was in the design of a ewe (with fluffy white stuff to emulate wool), Ken leaned over to me and said, "Don't you find something mildly erotic about that?" I spewed a motuthful of coffee onto the floor of the firehall.