A blanket of maps begets a handful of gnats is what my granddaddy would say to me on egg and sausage mornings. Drink your water in a tub full of bourbon. And why, for the matter of scotch, and my lady's crotch, do movies always act like mermaid's breathe water? Obviously mermaids are mammals because they look part human, for goodness gracious, righteous books, and boots of my ancestors' sake. Do they not?