I'm sorry to go OT here, but that reminds of the time my family and I went to a wedding vow renewal at a friend's house. These people were about as city slicker as they come, and Dad had a ball telling them stories about cowboying all over the Springs and Manitou area before it was so heavily developed. One he really likes to tell is one about him roping a loose bull on the Air Force Academy. To make a long story short, he ended up breaking the bull's neck trying to get it into the trailer, so they killed it and slaughtered it right there. Dad laughed and said, "That bull was crazy!" Well, one guy at the table said, serious as a death itself, "Sounds like it was Mad Cow to me! And you ATE it???" Dad thoughtfully replied, "Yes. We did. But I think it had Mad Bull." The folks around the table were stunned. Couldn't help myself.