Its WHISKEY THURSDAY !!!
You will probably notice I have removed all of the tables from the saloon so there will be NO DANCING OF ANY KIND in here.
ToMacco, poor bastard, is slaving away in box hell, so we'll just have to start drinking without him.
*pours shot of whiskey, aims six-shooter at saloon doors*
Now whar be that no-good durn finti galoot ?