I'm an ole' Texas gal Mags and I beg to differ from you. Unless you are/were a vet or knew a crooked vet you just don't give them thar shots of Imrab 3 yourself. As I lay in bed just the other night I was awatchin' this thar rapid ( love that spellin'), hum, rabies carrying vampire bat (on the tele) - bite this thar ass on the hock and wouldn't you know it - that thar ass stomped his foot and the ole' vampire bat went back down to the hock to do some more sucking. Sure them horses and asses can't compete in the brain department alike much, but they are both gonna stomp them feet and go back to thar business so's that thar bat can go back to hissin'. Robert is familiar to my ferts as well, but then again - he is familiar to possibly 1000's of ferts from his travels. So yours ain't no more special than mine or Joe blow from skidrow. As for the dropping of pants, not Bob, but maybe you. OUTLAWDOOK [Posted in FML issue 2074]