I'm pretty sure the day I awaken from a drunken stupor and my dog has eaten off a body part is the day two things happen:

1. I stop drinking
2. I pull out my browning s/s and have a little chat with Fido . . . even if he did cure my diabetus.

[move] :mexican[/move]

(no real reason for the moving dancing banana, it's pretty much there just because it can be)