Moonshine

Geno and I have had nights like this.

An Arkansas mountain man made the long walk into town one fateful Saturday afternoon carrying a jug of homemade moonshine in one hand and a shotgun in the other.
He stopped a poor, unfortunate fellow on the street, saying to him, "Here friend, take a drink outta my jug. I made this maself!"
The man protested, saying he couldn't possibly bring himself to drink homemade moonshine. But the mountain man leveled his shotgun at the stranger and commanded, "Drink!"
The stranger took a swallow, and immediately shuddered, shook, shivered and coughed. "Have mercy!" he finally cried. "That's awful stuff you've got there."
"Ain't it, though?" replied the mountain man. "Now, you hold the gun on me while I take a swig."