Bob: Now, before you judge me on this next part, you got to understand it was a life-or-death situation. ‘Cause when I thought I saw a big whiskey jug sloshing around on six legs, I sorta lost what was left of my pride. And I, uh -- well, there’s no good way to say this -- I took a drink from it. Meeka: Ew, gross! (giggle) Bob: Made that jug-bug jump a mile, not that I blame it. Who’d have guessed something that big could even fly anyway? ‘Least I knew where to find water now.
Bob's Frontier Tales #2
by Bob