he stumbled up the hill with a pail of warm beer with his lovingly idiom-encumbered bitch behind. "clean," he said, "but unkempt. i like how the frizz buzzes out from your frayed pig-tails." "i love you too," she said. "though stained with piss you short-pants may be." then they embraced in spite of the pail and proceeded to slide down the rock-face. my, what a bloody mess.