We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Mike Tomlinson
saying something like:

In article , Grimly
Curmudgeon writes

I'm now burying wires under my yard by the fence to zap the noisy little
**** from next door when he next strays onto my property.

Hate to see your lecky bill though with all that leakage to earth.

I'll PIR trigger it.