Well, Bobert, I'm probably pop the cap offen a Moose Drool or Bitch Creek or Dead Guy or Fat Tire or Cutthroat or even open a can of Rolling Rock, mostly cuz we don't have any Iron Kitty out here. And the last time I put my feet on the coffee table my mother whacked my ass with a yardstick, so I ain't done that fer quite a while...I think I was about 8 years old when I did that.

Besides, I bought the goddamn coffee tble and I know how much the sucker cost and it weren't cheap, lemme tell ya. How's about I come round to yer place and put my feet up on yer coffee table? I won't even wear my caulked boots, and, heck, I'd even take off my spurs.