Despite all this,
The citizens of Borracho are still waiting for the dear professor to cough up the $31,265.76 in damages due to his rat finkish behavior on that dread summer night way back in '08. A night still referred to as Fate the Fink Night were the citizens still to this day gather in the main square on the anniversary and burn a straw effigy of the dear professor.
A little history, the dusty desert town of Boracho (original spelling, they wasn’t too edjacated back then) was built on top of an ample natural spring which allowed the town to thrive in the desert. During the infamous Fate the Fink night, it was only the copious amounts of water from this spring that fed the bucket brigade to the then state of the art hand pumper hose wagon that kept the fire restricted to only one block. Granted the town only really had one block.
When the damage caused by Fate the Fink was finally rebuilt in '10 a celebration was held, a straw professor was burned and in recognition and gratitude for the water spring that saved the town and with the railroad coming and the town wanting to shake off its rough pioneer image and presentation itself as a bit more ‘sofistercated’ it was unanimously agreed to rename the town “Borracho Springs”.
That’s the truth until proven otherwise