Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Black Sabbath - Paranoid

Old Cowboy: Lord a'mighty...jus' this mornin', me and the boys found two'a my steers out in the arroyo 'bout a hunnert yards or so from the corral. Eyeballs popped clean out an' their innards all boiled inside 'em. Don't know what t'make of it. Hells bells, I'd almost start b'lievin' them crazy yarns 'bout outer space UFO saucers a'comin' down an' messin' with livestock. 'Course, I gotta admit we fed them cattle quite a bite of my home-brewed liquid methadrine to keep 'em dancin' at last night's hoe-down.

Younger Cowboy: Boss...we found Dwight. He was out cold under one'a the steers.

Old Cowboy: Well, throw some clothes on 'im and git 'im some black coffee. We still gotta figger out how'ta git that heifer down off the water tank.