Here's Steve's contribution to raise the bar:-D

Out there in the Wild West, a bloke charged into the saloon bar in panic, "Hey folks! Big Earl is a-ridin' into town!"

Panic engulfed the bar, and within thirty seconds the bar was emptied as everyone fled. All except for bartender, who was new around there. He'd never heard of Big Earl and wondered what the fuss was about.

Just then, this huge bloke, six foot eight and built like a brick shithouse, burst into the saloon, breaking off the swing doors, smashing chairs and grabbing the bartender by the throat.

"WHISKY!" he roared. The terrorised bartender put a bottle of whisky and a glass on the counter. The guy brushed the glass aside, ripped the top of the bottle off with his teeth and swigged the whole bottle down in two big gulps.

"Is there anything else I can get you sir?" trembled the bartender.

"No thanks, gotta run. Big Earl's a-ridin' into town..."