Ah, I've missed the little Boomstickmeister's. A true classic. Though I must be a bit picky and call a small foul here. Any barfly worth his dregs 'n salts WITH eyes, would get 90% of the stream outside the precious bowl. And one sans his peepers, good lord, would no doubt plaster the very walls surrounding. "Just warshing down the graffiti". (You can tell I spent WAY too much time in the precious smelling saloons of Barville, when a younger sir...)
Cheerio(s) on a Monday in March