Well, there was the summer of 1993 when I was 19 and had a cool party house with my mates downtown and chicks were literally crawling in the windows at night to get to us...but you know now that you mention it things did slow down quite a bit after that. Yeah, I guess it wasn't so easy back home.
Penelope the Penile Ponderer,
A mare a week is not exactly what I'd call "easy" in a stud farm. It's a chore.