[Burnin' oil]

I remember back when I was a kid . . .

Our greenie portagee dairyman neighbors made their own wine. The kids were barefoot year-around, slopping through cow manure all the time. They would dump a bunch of grapes in a kiddie pool and then stomp them with their dirty feet. Even I, a grubby, dirty little farm kid, was appalled at the lack of hygiene. The result = portagee diesel.