Thanks for your reply, Tickleshotel. Now, I seem to have been doing a bit of tantalyzing with my strange but true stories. Here's one that really backfired. I used to be a nightclub DJ here in Tucson ("Boomers" was it's name-o).Obviously, because of my DJ status, women would flirt and I'd meet a few afterward to party. One night, this fine Latina lady who had a bit too much to drink asked me to take her home. I decided to do it, but I was not going to take advantage of her drunken state of mind. We got in my car and she slurred, "Go down this shtreet, hiccup." "Go down that shtreet, burp!" After a few minutes passed, so did she...passed out, I mean. She never finished telling me where she lived! Man, what do I do now? So I pulled over into a nearby park and, well, parked. There she is, passed out and dead to the world. I thought, "I'm not just going to sit here and wait for her to either wake or throw up. I know! I'll give her a nice foot massage!" I lift her legs onto my lap and begin pulling off her boots. Slowly but surely, the boots begin easing off of her feet. I think to myself,'Man, someone didn't clean up after their dog out there.' I notice that my windows are closed. The boots come off completely and WHAM!!!! I am a victim of the worst foot odor ever known to man or woman, except to her, of course. The odor rose into the air like a green mist, burning every nose hair! I got out of my car and took a long walk waiting for my burning eyes to stop tearing. After awhile, the fog lifted and she awoke. She told me how to get to her place and I lived to tell about it. And that's the truth!