Desperado went searchin&&';; high and low across the west for an ice cold beer. Everywhere he went, it was warm beer or whiskey, so he travelled on. He&&';;d finally had enough. Lips dry and cracked, he asked the next barkeep if his beer was cold. "No sir, hadn&&';;t seen the ice man for weeks." "Give me a whiskey, barkeep." "Sorry, mister, but the only other thing we have is cold spring water." "Warm beer it is."