I am not at all familiar with your customs but I
think I just saw your Uncle take a crap in that
lovely fruit and everclear that you Aunt set out
on the table by the hammock. These good old
boys tend to get snookered early in the day and
get into all sorts of mischief. I am sticking to
my bottle of Pierre and won’t be eating much of
the local food until we return to Manhattan.