So Uncle Melvin is back on the booze train again and you know how that can turn poor Pauline and Ruth into the most rip-roaring, ankle-biting, knee-skraping, finger-licken, penguine-pickling sunsa bitches I ever did see.  I havn’t seen a comotion like this in a coon’s age.

And is that the Devil?? Why god, do you do this?