fore I come in, does Hamp have his paants rolled up?
All you scoundrels, yes ma' ms GB, ma'am that's includin you, hangin out withem outlaws an all, are goin to ruins with all this saloonin, give me a root beer.
You new boys, that barkeep got sum pretty bad stuff he shuffels off on unsuspectin folk, stick to tha root beer, he puts a nice head on one. Drink tha stuff he's been tryin to get rid of for years an it'll be worse than a horse in your bed.
Got a coat of paint on tha inside of tha shed, better one on me. Dang that thangs gonna be purty. Spite of tha putdownds frum Hamp and Doc ya can do sum aamazein stuff without one of them new fangled levels and squares.
Blessings