Gimme a break, Parson. It was a hunnert bazillion degrees out this past weekend. I hadta drink me some beach-type drink just to keep sane. I'm back to rotgut and beer again.
Reg? One more pina colada for the ditch, por favor.
We could take a bunch of the horse troughs along the street out front, group 'em all together, knock out the centers and gang 'em all together. Make us our own swimmin' hole.
Or, we could just haul a keg o' beer down t' the crick...
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