The Infamous Schnickelfritz

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It was one sprinkly day when Samuel Stinemetz decided to waltz into a little shanty town called Stashtenfroin to get out of the rain and wet his whistle. Thirsty he was, and stupendously so, from his walks along the streets—Stufifels on the left, a little shop of wares and Sastenloofen on the right for toiletries of fancier fare, for whatever that was worth. "Laddy, what ye be havin' this fine sprinkly day t'wet yer whistle?" asked the barkeep. Samuel scanned the taps and decided, "I'll have me a Schnickelfritz, I shall." The barkeep nodded to signal a good choice and pour that Schnickelfritz he did and passed the mug, filled to the brim with just a slight bit of head on it over to Samuel who sipped and then chugged, wiped the foam moustache off his face with his sleeve and said, "I'll have another if you don't mind," to which the barkeep nodded with a smile and poured another Schnickelfritz into his mug. Samuel Stinemetz sat and repeated, over and over again, chugging Schnickelfritz after Schnickelfritz. Needless to say, Samuel Stinemetz on that sprinkly day, in the shanty town of Stashtenfroin had so many Schnickelfritz that he forgot entirely of Stufifels and Sastenloofen and was superbly schnockered. It was a wonder the barkeep could even keep the pours going because by the 6th and 10th and 14th Schnickelfritz all Samuel Stinemetz could get out was Slizzleshits. But no slacking was had by the Stashtenfroin barkeep in schnockering Stinemetz with Schnickelfritz and stagger out of there Stinemetz most certainly did.