Billy Beer

"T'was the night before Thanksgiving eve, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except that blasted Almore looking to douse. He was stumbling through here, stumbling through there. He was only partially clothed with nothing clean to wear. He mumbled past moms room, he bumbled past his, he wound up in Ilmores looking to wizz. Poor, poor Ilmore, blessed with bad gene's and a deep snore, was now in a bad way with no lock on his door. As Almore steadied himself and let it flow, Ilmore awoke with a much, much too late NOOOO!!!!"