O' Illustrious Chileheads... Lotsa tempers flarin', lotsa horns a'blarin (hey, it rhymed..). Nothing I can do about it...except offer this simple sing-song in hopes of lightening (enlightening?) up the list. Sung to the tune of "I'm a lumberjack" by the most famous troupe, Monty Python and his Flying Circus... Repeat after me...<ahem...> I'm a redneck and it's okay, I eat chiles all night I'm a slave all day I read da "Chileheads" 'cause they're so suave.. [redneck pronunciation/poetic license: /sw-A-ve/] I'm a re-ed-neck. I'm a redneck and it's okay I bathe in salsa and break wind all day Can't help myself For my colon's in disarray.. I'm a re-ed-neck. I'm a redneck and it's okay I fondle chiles raw and I smile all day It's perfectly legal and I don't have to pay.. I'm a re-ed-neck. I'm a redneck and it's okay I wear 6-inch spikes when I dance the bourrée a chile betwixt my teeth and rather cute, some say.. I'm a re-ed-neck. I'm bushed...so to speak... Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael rael64@earthlink.net Redneck Sous Chef Monk of the TCS Order of Immaculate Twister Keeper of the Faith and a Towel...