Muscatine

Herman.  Now there was a jokester if ever there was one.  Used to take uncommon pleasure in tossing the Fredmonts cantelope crop over the fenceline into Marge Thurmans yard, just to see her lob those melons back to the Coleman place the next day.  That was just on the outskirts of Aledo....not that one, the other one.  Just to the Northwest.

When you wake up from your drunken stupor,

Look to your left unless you're pointin south then you might want to look right. Not too far though, there's a load of bull crap on the right. You went too far south to Texas again.

Yes dear, once Robert and I get to slopping down the Fosters, it gets pretty wild here in Aledo......no, not that one.  The other one.  We once knocked back a whole case of those giant aluminum beauties on our way to Mason City.  Got there, and the whole darned family had to make way for us to dry out before we could go to the college for the homecoming parades and such. 

They actually let you in the parades there?

Wouldn't know myself, don't drink anything but Miller and hgave never been to Mason City. I'll look into it though. No offense---but I won't take your word for it, has to be one big festival of soap droppers.