One night an RCMP officer waited a little ways away from the parking lot of the Redneck Bar and Grill to see if anyone was going to try driving home after tanking up on Blue Beaver Beer. For the longest time, only a few regulars went into the joint but no one came out at all. Around the time that things should’ve been winding down, one cowboy type wobbled out and wandered around looking for his truck. After trying the keys in three he finally located a Dodge one ton dually and got in. The officer couldn’t believe how long it took the guy to get the truck fired up. One by one, all the other regulars of the Redneck Bar and Grill cleared out. The guy was the last one in the lot when he got his truck running and started down the dirt road.

The RCMP officer pulled him over, took his registration and insurance and gave him a breathalyzer. When the guy passed with no alcohol in his system, the officer asked him what the heck was up.

“I’m the designated decoy, “ the man admitted.

Harry woke up beside her the next morning, and he felt really guilty and remorseful. He, of all people, had slept with one of his patients. Right there in the clinic!

He had brought a case of Blue Beaver Beer. She refused to drink any, preferring water. Harry downed most of it himself. “Probably why she didn’t laugh at my jokes, I was drunk,” he thought.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told himself. “You’re not the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of his patients.You’re both single and you drank almost a case of beer, so try to get on with the day.”

And yet, there was that tiny voice in his head, the one that filled him with guilt and that terrible sense of wrongdoing.
The one that said, “But Dave, you are a vetrenarian!”

My day job is in the construction industry as a crew supervisor. I’m no stranger with standing up for myself and my company,  going toe to toe with inspectors, consultants and safety personnel on a variety of day to day issues. Normally, everything goes well and matters can be resolved in a friendly, co-operative and respectful manner. Most of the time, we all get along, joke around and get our jobs done. Then we go home.

Today just didn’t go down like that. Right now I have a massive headache, a sore neck, and bruises on one shoulder. I’ll be turning in early, and I have a feeling I am going to be really sore tomorrow. It’s one of those nights where one beer just doesn’t seem like enough.

I guess “Bobby” was having a bad week. He is the representative of our current customer, and he spends time with us in the field inspecting our work and helping make sure we have the required materials, structural drawings, etc. Bobby has been having trouble with the head office. They haven’t been very supportive or communicative with him, and we have all been working pretty long hours. On top of that, he hasn’t been sleeping very well. I knew that stress was on him like a jackal on fresh kill, but I had no idea how bad his mental state was getting.

Bobby was really negative today. He inspected part of our work and made us re-do large pieces of it to be up to his specifications, even though it was very similar in quality to work my company had been doing for this customer over the last 30 years. When I suggested that normally this work was acceptable in the past, “Not on my shift ” was his answer.

He then proceeded to say that all of our work was basically crap. There were some very descriptive expletives (words that rhyme with duck) used in his diatribe about the inadequacies of our work.

I said, “I don’t have to put up with this $hit from you,” and turned to walk away. At this time, when my back was turned, Bobby jumped on me and put me in a headlock. I slammed into the ground pretty hard, air knocked out of me and completely taken off guard. I’d like to say I could have turned the tables instantly, but it would have been hard. I opted to just catch my breath. He proceeded to crush me into the ground and squeeze my neck. After a few moments he realized I wasn’t fighting back, and let go, preparing to hit me with his fists. Everyone on my crew had stopped working to see what would happen next, although they were too far away to interfere. There was a few split seconds, while I jumped to my feet, where I had a big choice ahead of me. A life altering choice.

Does anyone care to guess what I did next?

In the last couple days, everyone has been asking me, “Tim, what are you going to put in those beer gift baskets you keep talking about? Can we get one of these awesome baskets that you and Ernie are weaving by hand from the choicest bullrush fronds picked on the banks of the Mighty Horseguard River?”

Sorry, I don’t do basket weaving. We will use only the finest stainless steel or galvanized buckets that foreign child labour can provide.
Unfortunately, due to govt. regulations, we will be unable to send Blue Beaver Beer or other, less important beers, except locally. If you can stop by the Redneck Bar and Grill, we can hook you up with a fully loaded  Blue Beaver Beer gift basket. Otherwise, we can get you a virtual bucket with the other items. Then you can get your own beer and you are set.

What other fantastic treats (that go good with beer) will be placed in these amazing gift baskets? We won’t be sending out boring stuff like pretzels, salted nuts or regular old cheeses. Read on for the real gourmet foods.

First of all, genuine imported Ram’s Bladder Cup garnished with lark’s vomit from the Whizzo Chocolate Company. We were going to get them to send us Crunchy Frog, but a lot of the bar patrons didn’t like the frogs. I promise you, when you bite into a Ram’s Bladder Cup, your tastebuds will just die!

Let’s move on to Mo’s Bacon Chocolate Bar. JD turned us on to these indescribable mouthwatering creations. As she said, to make something this tasty is “all wrong and terrible”.  It’s bacon and chocolate in every bite!

Next we have everyone’s favorite, the snack food staple made famous by Ernie’s friend Weird Al Yankovic: a twinkie wiener sandwich with Cheese Whiz. I can’t tell you how many of these I have enjoyed over the years. I prefer mine with all beef wieners.

Peeled scab of Cankersaurus was on the list, but we had trouble finding any of those since Cheech and Chong finished off the last few in the 80′s.

Pickled Prairie Oysters are a local delight with the ranchers, so we put a few of those in there. I bet you never knew we had oysters on the prairies. Well, we don’t have real oysters…

Sliced dried rhinoceros pizzle – need I say more? I will point out that pizzle is exactly the part you think it is but were afraid to ask. And don’t worry, we threw away all the diseased rhinoceros pizzle.

Round all of that out with a package of genuine Southern three fried beans. Fry some beans, then refry the leftovers, and then take the left over left overs and batter them to be fried again! When has cholesterol ever tasted so good? I just love saying three fried beans!

This is what we are gathering up to put in our redneck beer gift baskets. Any requests for ‘must have’ food items? We could see if we have any room left over.