In the name of all things Danish, I hereby command that thy fruits of thy loom (bring thy body too) come hither to Mesquite and make toasts with Carlsberg or Tuborg chasing huge gulps of Akvavit in the name of Maynard Dixon and his son Daniel from whom we will seek further guidance. Further, thou art commanded to eat heartily at the Casa Blanca in that place called Katherine’s where only Osso Buco and lobster may be partaken of in good season. This word of great wisdom is given not by commandment, but as strong suggestion to serious gourmands!
Ahhhh....the good life! Are you winning?
If not, perhaps there is sinfulness you would wish to confesseth unto me. Verily, if you should confesseth, thy sin should then be cast far from you. And woe be unto you, Binger, if thy shouldest not fosake of thy sin, for you will be cast down into Nevada, yea even Mesquite, the land of the casa blanca (white house?) in everlasting fire like thy brother Fast Coyote, who hast been banished into everlasting punishment in Dirty Harry territory, never to return to the refreshment of thy handmaiden that waits for you near Zion in everlasting covenant.
You should returnest thou to thy home near Zion and refresheth thyself with pure spring water delivered unto you by the hand of thy handmaiden, and favorite cocktail waitress, that all may be well with you and you will have power in thy loins forever and ever into the everlasting!