I had another of those smooooth Billygoat Beers before I left, feeling pretty sorry for my little friend with the big ears.
This was about a year ago—Washington's Birthday, I think.
Last night, watching TV at home, I saw a sad-eyed dwarf in an orange cape and green shoes show how Pullo penetrates those sluggish kitchen drains. He did a poor job. Those big, familiar ears just weren't made for drainpipe work.