the Mergar of Mingo creek

Today at work I told everyone that when I had to drive across the flooded bridge that I spotted something in the water. I told them it had the body of a beautiful female and the head of an alligator gar. I told them that it spoke to me and told me to clasp onto its waste and it would swim me to an under water cavern with a magical ice chest of beer and whiskey. It called me by my name. I was scared and screamed how do you know my name. Then I drove on to work. I told them that Mergars were common in that small creek. They told me I still smelled like whiskey and was likely still intoxicated. They were probably right.