Got us covered, Cuz. Got a golf cart that'll hold six stoners!
The Bonanza talk has got me smiling. I had a cousin (died last year) that was a stone assed drunk. Worked hard, drank harder, and funny as hell to party with.
He gets home from work one day, climbs in the shower, gets clean, puts on his boxer shorts, cowboy hat, and holster with two cheap Hawes single action 22 pistols and sits back in his chair with a six pack on ice in a bucket by his chair to watch Bonanza.
The Bad Guy of the Week called out Little Joe, so the both of them were having a showdown in the street. Bad guy pulls up on Joe, Jessie (my cousin) whips out his hog leg and promptly blows the tube out of his TV!
Unbeknownst to Jessie, his wife had an altercation with the neighbor and decided to load one of his revolvers. Just happened to be the one that he tried to "defend" Little Joe with.
(Let this be a lesson, kids. Treat all guns like they're loaded and you'll never get into trouble.)
He said the last sound coming out of the TV before it went up in smoke was Hoss saying, "I think you got 'em, Little Joe."