When the wine goes in, strange things come out.
Wine is bottled poetry.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you..
The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.
What''s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
When the wine is in, the wit is out.
Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn''t drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, it is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.
Everybody should believe in something; I believe I''ll have another drink.
Always do sober what you said you''d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
