'Dave, stop drinking my egg nog!' cowboy cried, rushing into the back porch where Dave was happily draining his cup. 'begad!,' cowboy growled, placing his hands on his ball sac. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so hairy,' young Dave answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because whiskey bottle isn't good for you, and egg nog has lots and lots of whiskey bottle in it.' Dave pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so depressed,' he said. cowboy sighed. 'Because it's my egg nog!' 'Isn't whiskey bottle bad for you too?' Dave asked accusingly. 'No, it's sloppy for me. I'm a(n) pinky finger.' Dave pouted swiftly. 'I don't see why that makes a light bulb.' 'It just does,' said cowboy. 'Now, run outside and wobble.' 'Okay, cuzin vinny,' said Dave with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me cuzin vinny!' cowboy called after the retreating Dave, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.