You gotta admit that was funny!! When I was 17, I had so many girlfriends I didn't have time to ask what nationality they were, they were all beautiful, do you know many 16-18 year old girls that aren't. God those were really the days, no worries, lotsa pus., in Nevada, if you knew the local store guy he'd sell you booze, no speed limits on the highway, It was a 7 minute ride from Vegas to Henderson in my '59' chevy, 12 miles, had to slow down to about 80 goin through Whitney, then it was pedal to the metal (130mph), sigh, the good old days for sure!Maybe you should call yourself Vi' (agra) blue(e).