[Buug959]

Back in high school a friend and I were driving around some back country dirt roads and drinking some beers. He was driving his own old car and at one point we came out of the woods to a pasture and he just slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road. Puzzled, I asked what was wrong. His response... Look at all the windmills! Aren't they pretty? And each one is a different colour and is making a different sound as the blades come around. Now I'm here to tell ya that there were no windmills in that pasture, none. In fact the only thing that was in that pasture was a row of fenceposts at the bottom of the slope by the treeline. That's what he thought were windmills. I asked him how many beers he'd drank and he said same as you and then mumbled that he MAY have dropped a tab in one, maybe. I took over the driving right then and there.