The title of this thread reminds me of a joke.
Joe was at the local bar when his pal Dave walked up and sat down beside him and ordered a beer. Dave says, "Joe, you won't believe what happened to me last night when I left here. I was walking home, and what did I see? A girl tied to the railroad tracks. Just like in them old black and white films where the villain ties the girl to the railroad tracks and the hero comes and saves her." "No shit?" asks Joe.
"No shit, man. I untied her and took her home to my place. We did it on the living room floor, on the kitchen table, in the garage on my workbench. Hell, we even did it on the washing machine." "WOW" Joe says. "You have the best luck of anybody I know. Was she good looking?"
"I don't know" Dave said. "I never did find her head."
