".......figured you'd be passed out by now, curled up next to some random Stihl or Hussy,..I mean Husqy." Parrot- What you talkin' 'bout Willis?!? Bartender- ..I said Husqy! .... what? Priest- "You're talking to my guy all wrong. It's the wrong tone. Do it again, I'll stab you in the face with a soldering iron." Hoarder- " (hic)".. smile and the bartender says....