Sensop! Watch it, boy, or you just might GET a Shiner!
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That's why you're blue, Mr. BluesMan! You can't get any Shiner!
Seriously, we have Guinness and it's great. But it addresses a different
market than Shiner. Shiner is not as dark as Guinness, nor as heavy. To
me, Shiner tastes very similar to the local (regular) beers I used to drink in
Germany - which are MUCH different than what is made for export (or the
tourists!).
And, frankly, I would really like to get together and share some of each.
Now to more "serious" matters.
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(Read in your best Foghorn T. Leghorn voice....)
((Futo, slide over! Make a little room here! And for God’s sake keep your
hands to yourself, boy!!!))
DC, Honey, c'mon over here and sit down by Grandpa. No need to be so
upset. I'll get ‘em to bring you something from the bar - whatever you like,
okay? We'll have that Austrian kid in the tiger outfit clean up the kitchen,
Monica will take care of the vacuuming, and we'll all go out together for
supper.
((Labgrade! I don’t care “What if Rob comes here looking for the Tiger Girl!”
Make him wait outside! We’re dealin’ with DC being on strike here!
Capische?))
If you're sittin' by Grandpa, young lady, you're in steak country. Let's get
somethin’ good, okay?
((Bulldog! Put your leg down! Good Lord!))
Chateaubriand a deux, spring peas, baby carrots, white asparagus, a nice
red wine and whatever other trimmin's yore li'l ole heart desires.
((MAL! Quite playin’ with them danged seegars! Put ‘em up now! And quit
that silly grinnin’!!))
John and Grayfox got the limos so we all can relax and enjoy the evening.
((Coinneach! Get that danged dancer *out* of here! Yes “
and the cake
too”! Sheesh!))
That shrimp cocktail okay, DC? We get it fresh daily from the Gulf here.
((BluesMan! Make sure them workers clean that kitchen spic n span or we
won’t eat right for weeks!!!))
Well now, here we go! Bon Appetit there, li’l girl! ... Candy? Rich’ll
probably have some for ya after supper, now eat up. ... No you don’t have
to eat nothing you don’t want to, Hon.
Waiter! ... Listen here, Boy! You give this little girl here whatever
she asks for this evening, ya hear. ... Yeah, it goes on Art Eatman’s bill....
Naw, his spread is not *IN* the Big Bend Country. His spread *IS* the Big
Bend Country.
((I don’t wanna hear it, Schmit. Just treat them workers like raw recruits
and if they give ya any guff just pretend they’re wearing black pajamas.
After the first one dies the rest’ll shape up!))
DC, you finished already? What would you like now, a little desert?
Champagne? You bet! What’s this here LaFeet Roth’s Child? He some
Jewish guy?
(scene fades - stay tuned....)
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Guys, I really *DO* need to get a life here, ya know?
Gun-related? Hah! Have you ever seen DC when she’s really angry?
(shivers) Now THAT’s more dangerous than bear huntin’ with a switch!