For even the puniest, wouldn’t know a muscle if it shook his hand at a party and said ‘Hello, I’m Mister Bicep,’ foul-mouthed, inconsiderate, insensitive, ‘isn’t a feeling what you do with your hands?’ oaf– once he's had a couple (and he is dreaming of coupling) – voila!.
The phone at the lake house rings and rings, until my father's voice, very groggy — it's the way he sounds once he's had a few — is finally heard.