I cain't hardly tolerate it without comin' off the wagon, so I 'spect I'll turn it up to about .095 until it's done.
At .095 I'm the jocular old Bristoe from days of yore, ~~~The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful~~~
Otherwise, I make Scrooge look like a Salvation Army bell ringer at Wal-Mart.
