Well, I'll be danged. I thunk that Tinnitus was the Roman Empire ancestor of Tin-Tin or maybe Rin-Tin-Tin.

So, one day I went out and drunk about seventy-leven whiskeys, and a whole buncha beers. Everthing was goin' round and round, and finally I started goin' round and round too, faster and faster, and afore I knew it I'd drilled myself inta a hole in the ground! I was worried 'bout gettin' out, but long about three hunerd feet down I struck a pretty decent flow of water, which washed me plumb outa the hole. Tossed me up into the air, and then the pressure kinda backed off and it dropped on the ground jist a nice as you please. Couple or four folks were standin' around, a couple soldiers and a couple real people, watching me up on the top of that water fountain. One of the soljers, a private, said to the second looey with him, "Look at the guy, Sir!" and pointed at me. One of the civilians took that to be fact, and from then on folks called this sort of fountain a guysir, only they changed the spelling eventually.

So, was this here goin' round and round I experienced, was that this here Mean Ears Disease?

Oh, yeah, the guysir still spouts off. It's still aruptin', too, and not too far from here. Yep, every hour on the hour, regilar as clockwork, whoooooooosh, up shoots the old water.