I wonder if he ever captured a renegade black cat on hands and knees, with a 5-beer buzz, through the crawl space of a 3000 square foot house at 2 a.m.
I did, and I have the mutilated hand to prove it.
I guess my version of impossibility wouldn't be catchy enough for Music Row.
That said, however, next time I see a herd of bison, I'm strapping on my K2's. Y'know. Just to see.