Deanne's distilling more drinking water today. She's been ordered to drink three or four quarts a day. When I see this apparatus, all I can think of is the love child of Rube Goldberg and Snuffy Smith.
Granny's in the cellar, Lordy can't you smell 'er makin' moonshine on that darn old greasy stove. In her armpits are some bugs that keep hoppin' in the jugs and she whistles while the *sniff* runs down her nose.