It's the thought of a 12-15 lb. buck so fresh it smells like saltwater that they implanted in your brain, goose. We weak-minded humans have difficulty not succumbing to these implanted thoughts. laugh

Maybe our alien friends could load up a bunch of Quillbillys and give them a good "probing"? eek
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames