It looks as if an intervention may be needed, to send gnu back to his 17th cycle of anger management classes.

On the other hand, without his cute little temper tantrums, he'd have practically no personality at all - which is about the shape he's in normal years when the drought doesn't wipe out his stash crop like it did this year. We should probably be sympathetic, since he's acts like he's down to his last few crumbs of toke, and doesn't have the patience left to dig the muck out of the bottom of the pipe and recyle it.

I think I could dig up an old radiator, in case the revenoo'ers got his rig. He could make do with some shine, but from what I've heard the corn probably didn't make it very good this year so he wouldn't likely have anything much to make a decent mash - unless he's stayed so stoned he never had time to cook all of last year's mash.

I suppose we could consider sending him a good bottle of JD to ease him over, but he probably wouldn't know what it was and he'd waste it washin' down the chicken poop coop.

John