One hell of a vet.

Actually Baxter Black, ex-veterinarian from NE Colorado (he might still be a DVM but since his "Cowboy Poetry cascade" he ain't one anymore) used to hunt pheasant with some family friends near St. Francis, KS.

Proof that a quick-witted tongue and a roll of duct tape can get you far, whether on the plains of E. Colorado or the red-light district of Amsterdam. 'Course on the plains you gotta chase those sheep down first...

The thrill is the chase, sheep are a dead lay.

I used to be a promotor of necrophiliac beastiality until I realized I was just flogging a dead horse.

At least no one is going
to tell you neigh.