Nah, sheep just don't do it for me.  I think it has something to do with when I couldn't sleep as a child, and how my mother used to tell me to count sheep until I nodded off.  I got so sick of seeing the bastards there's simply no erotic connotations whatsoever.  Even looking at poultry pics doesn't help... could never catch the darned things when I wurked at the chicken farm, so there was no point fantasising about the posibilities.

As for keeping it in the family, I guess that's best, really.  I mean, you just don't know what you're getting once you start sharing sheep, right?

Well. There's a nerve! The poor bloody creatures have to be protected from his 'emissions'.

That starkers completely ignores reality we knew. Now he even ignores his local paper!

Really. Well...even Larry Flynt knew about you back in '83!

Nah, long words, short words, in between words, didn't matter... sheep and sheep images never ever did it for me.

Now a 35ish Dolly Parton doing a topless hurdle race.... then you're talking.  That is something I can fantasise about.