Years slash decades ago, Mister Lefty, I had the grand opportunity to visit the wonderfully scenic state of Wisconsin a few times, once meeting a fair haired maiden at the hotel cement pond. Enjoying the first Bloody Mary of the morning, I noticed her yellow string bikini she happened to don this particular morning. It was snowing outside the big bubble that encased the cement pond area, making the chlorine fumed bluish pond seem like an Exotic Love Nest. Letting out a deep breath, I sauntered over to where the maiden had camped with her ghetto blaster ( this was before Eye Pods and all that type stuff ), sun shades to block the annoying slash intense rays from the blinding snow storm that was occurring outside. She was from some small hamlet slash crossroads in Wisconsin, and her eyes were bluer than the cement pond water, with hair follicles almost the aura as the wonderful snow. Well, Mister Lefty, we had a big ole time, laughing and going on about this and that. When I remarked something similar to this remark, " Why don't you and I go to my room and enjoy some freshly brewed coffee, " she damn near spit out the vodker and orange juice she was imbibing . She , after figuring I was harmless slash not a chain saw mass murderer, asked me where I was from, first guessing Georgia and then Alabama, causing a little concern concerning her geographical sanity. Then I remembered that because of last evenings miscalculation slash miscommunication at The Hotel Adult Beverage Center, we were being requested to find other lodging options. Although we never did formicate, she did plant one on me beside the cement pond, ramming her tongue almost to my esophagus area, she then remarking, " What have you been drankin' kerosene ? "