Conversation at local Elks Club bar:
Bartender: You better head home, Scott, thats your 10th sloe gin fizz.
T2W: Booooyaaa! Mannnn, de Rangers il ernihlade them damn bravoas morrow. <erp> Ya wannnna beetttt on it, bigguy?
Bartender: Sure, Scotty, whatever. How much this time?
T2W: Lessseee. Hmmm. Whaz my tab shay here? 18 bucks? OK, den I'll betcha the $1.80 tip I owe ya.
Bartender: Sure, Scotty, whatever you say.
T2W: OK den its a bet, I got Texshas plus $1.80