I somehow think that when it comes time to pat me in the face with a shovel, it won't be because I didn't follow the Health Dept. recommendations.

With all the camp fire food I've gorged on, raw burgers I've eaten, creek water I've drank, and lead from sinkers that I have bitten and ground in my skin.... Not to mention the women I've....never mind....I better go wash my mouth out.

Here's to a long, "ain't skeered of no bugs" life.