5.2.05
Bwana Mike's Puzzlers II
"Al Lewis my ass! We're talkin' Kurt Russell!!"
Literally "Black Drink", this indigenous fellow's familiar face adorns the walls and napkins.
Partial to stout, I suppose.
A Giella.
Some nancy PBS show. Rumored to have minority leanings.
Your bill, dickwad.
What you're starting to stir.
Mostly parallel to blvds.
Ever poetically.
Degree of acidity.
Number one.
Pelvic finless, snakelike fish.
"If you don't like peanuts or pickled eggs, I sure hope you already ___ ."
_______ Hole.
Believe as fact.
_ is for asshole. That's good enough for me.
"Well __ ti da, look who's drinking Zima."
Fancy name for the bed across the street.
Visionary comics publisher.
Number one.
"Aw geez, who farted? Someone needs to go see the __ ."
Pioneering comics publisher.
A Colvin brother (init.).
"Not a sports fan? Boys, looks like we got us a _______ ."
To restrict by means of the formation of a seemingly impenetrable barrier.
Lost yuppy douchebag seeking directions to something called Curley Road S.
DOWN:
A widowed Brit farmer went drinking one night and came home with _________________ .
"His _______________ comes and goes like the boss' ebonics."
The most crooked individuals in the bar.
Clint's smarter brother.
The prostitute siamese twins. The latter was known to remove her glass eye and wink off the snowbirds for twenties.
We always made sure and _______ our eyes. That's how albinos are born.
Chinese philosopher.
Billboard.
FDR's greatest defeat.
In the not too distant past.
Buyers of Elvis' Sun contract.
Shade trees.
The Busch Bavarian of handrolling tobaccos.
Posted by: Jeff / 5.2.05 
