Yup, Shame. "All gurgle and no guts."

Look, why don't you come and visit? I'll get you all the beer you can drink, and there are some places in these mountains where are Certain Herb is grown. Lots of the ladies out here would look kindly upon you, too, because they're lonely (if you take my meaning). I can't tell you who they are, but four or five really hardrock headbangers have homes near town -- they like the mountains here, probably because of the Herb I mentioned. Like I said, I can't tell you who they are, but one of them has a first name like that thing a wheel goes around on and his last name is a kind of flower; I could get you into a jammin' session at his place if you'd like.