Bobert... I got a story for you about a yellow Bug, a winter highway drive late at night, a walk in the BACKwoods of the Appalachians in the moonlight on split logs set on high cut stumps (them what's never lived in the BACKwoods a the snow country dunno of what I speak), a US draft dodger turned BACKwoods squatter and farmer in yer Canuckistan and the attic of a sheep barn.

Ya know, when yer in the attic of a sheep barn in the middle of nowhere in the woods and a big ol ewe baas, she sounds just like a Chevy startin at minus fuckin cold degrees. Or, it coulda had ta do sumpin wit tha stuff hangin upside downy in tha attic??? Ain't nuthin like sheep shit fer fertilizin some good shit.

Again, as I have stated in many threads, I have not smoked sheep shit for over 30 years.

I still have my hip waders stored in my garage. Just in case.