Belongs to Paddy. We got bored one night and played connect the moles into constellations on him.
First time we took him it was hot, he was thirsty. He kept drinking the lemonaide from Dr Dick and Doug. By mid
afternoon he was wasted [the lemonaide was half vodka] and we didn't know why. First night home after the trip he
turned to his mother at the dinner table as said, "psss the f**king salt, please". His mother was not amused. Surprised
she let us take him fishing again.