webenda wrote:Wayne: "Gomer, Mumm's the word for Murph."
Gomer: "Aw-right, I won't say a word."
Wayne: "No Gomer, we want some Mumm to drink. Got any Mumm in your cellar?"
Gomer goes down into his wine cellar...
clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk (sound of Gomer's boots going down the old wooden steps)
....clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk. (sound of Gomer's boots coming up the old wooden steps.)
and comes up with ...
...Wayne: "That's Santana. We wanted Mumm."
Gomer: "That's all I got. It is brewed by my Mumm."
Wayne: "Murph, will this do?"
Oh, it'll do, that's for sure 'cause it's the thought that counts. And besides, a buzz is a buzz. That's the nice thing about such drinks - they take you up quickly, you enjoy the flight for apporx. an hour, then you descend w/out any jet-lag


