Lt. Rob Polans ret.

A couple of days ago people were talking about Duck piss (Coors?) Anyway, remember Marcos and his wife with all the shoes? My dad and I went to buy some wood (the US didn't sell this particular kind, I think it was wicker or some bamboo-like stuff. We were my dad, me and my friend Ralph and we all carried. I looked in his yard, we needed more a security force. I went to a sort of tiny bodega and looked around. There were guys and I was surprised, one spoke English turned out he was a missionary. So I told him I needed a few men etc. He told me buy them beers and they'll be with you forever. I didn't quite need that but their loyalty was good enough. The 'beer' had a panther on it. I called it panther piss because no way did it taste like beer. We completed t***sactions and got the wood home. To use it we had to put it in a hot box so we could bend it. The wood sweated and they called that panther piss. I still had a couple of cans at home. I don't know why, I never planned to drink it.

Carol Kelly

I’ve been out and missed the duck stuff. Where were yall?

karpenter Loc: Headin' Fer Da Hills !!

Lt. Rob Polans ret.

This is short. On my last day, everyone raised a can and said "panther pees."