Who Does This Anyway?

Our Billy likes to tell stories. The kind of story that likes to linger in the mouth for just a second longer like a nice whisky. 

Stories might even lend a scent to a favorite shirt, if spoken artfully while in close proximity, just enough make the night out just a little more pleasant. 

Nothing fancy about these stories, just something that a cow might whisper-moo at a dawn. One look into the eyes of the heifer and you nod in appreciation. Yup, mighty fine story old heavy, but I have one better for you.