"hey there, Dooley my sweetheart" Zee said, and hacked up some snot, spit it onto the spot where Dooley's head had been resting, and pushed herself to a seated position as she farted, burped, and began to scratch one of her armpits.
"I was not that drunk, I was not that drunk, I was not that drunk"

from "the trail west" by William Johnson