By gum, maybe this place ain't so bad after all.

Gee, Ms katlady, I've only got the one gallon of mead, but since y'all are talking lawn weeds, I think I've still got a bottle or two of that dandelion wine that Sorcha turned me onto sitting around somewhere. If I dig that out would that work for ya once the mead's gone?

And while you're sampling my culinary skills, I think I'll set this here camera up with a telephoto lens on a tripod right here on the table and aim it strategically across the room. Down in front!

And now that the grape Nehi has taken effect, I think I'll unsling my guitar and croon something that kinda resembles a song as long as no one listening. Tuning up here a little bit... twang.. twang.. twan-pop. Oops. Oh well. Who needs all 6 strings anyway?

This one goes out to JenEllen, who spoiled me by giving me the first line.

MMMmmmm.
Oh, faulty parts and broken hearts and a possum with the squirts.
Grey haired men all showing scars by lifting up their shirts.
Sharing meds among your friends right up at the bar.
And a basket full of herbs gathered from near and far.
Across the room, crowd gathering around the jello pit.
While all the women standing there are showing off their, uh, muscles.

Maybe I better replace that string before I sing anymore. Anyone got a spare g-string?