The Bent Nail Saloon.

Haggis?
You know any four-legged Saint's who can carry one of them little brandy kegs???
(I ain't being too choosey, but the brandy keg is bigger than you.)
Sound like a rescue party needs to send a special drink to Reg - She snowed in!
Go for help, Lassie!

Saints...Saints...Ain't they down in N'Orleans? Why would they want to come up north and deal with snow and ice? I mean now that the hurricane and oil spill are pretty much handled.

Sorry. Can't shovel. No opposable thumbs.

*dig, dig, dig, dig, dig....*

Hang on, Reg.
I'm busy sampling the different brandy kegs to make sure you get the good stuff.
This may take a while, but I ain't giving up.
*spoot*

Better make that September. *hic*

What do you think this is, slave labour? I did enough shovelling yesterday!

Damn I forgot this setting is before slavery was abolished. I'm going to have to find another era to drink in now.

Don't fet none, Reg

I got a whiff of Haggis' breath and it's a melting snow faster than his tiny paw (singular) can dig.
*spoot*

I ain't drinking no more?

*spoot"

Dang, wish cray'd give my teeth back, so I 'd spit straight - my shirt's all sticky with 'baccy juice again.

*paaaaaatoooooooooeyyyyy*



*watches as teeth land on the bar in front of frank*


they're all yours, bub.

No problem, Dan'l. I already raised my hind leg on 'em.

How you doin' my friend?