Thanks Anon.
It reminds of the time that Schmiddy and I were traveling across France.
Most called him Schmiddy but I called him Shit-4-Brains… It was a private
joke between us. Anyway, we stopped at this road-house bar and the woman that
ran the place was rather skinny, but had these huge jugs of wine in the back
building. One night, she asked me if I wanted to see her snapper, but I was
confused because I didn't believe turtles could live in the cold nothern french
climate.