The name’s Edna. I smoke Pall Malls and I love to play the bingo. Wednesday evenings and Sunday afternoons I play the bingo at the Catholic Church hall. Their pots are okay, but they never serve alcoholic beverages, and bingo just isn’t as fun without my beverages. That’s why I play at the VFW on Thursday and Friday evenings, so I can suck down a few cold ones while using my lucky dobber and puffing on a Pall Mall. Last year I took one of those bus tour things to Nashville with my winnings. I got to see the Grand Ole Opry, and not that new-fangled one, but the original one at the Ryman. I got to sit my butt on a bench and look up at the stage where it all started. Because there’s nothing I love more than country music. Except an ice cold PBR. And a Pall Mall. And bingo.