It's a dreadful thing for anyone who likes to just go out for drinks. Sure, this time it's a knockout drug, but next time, it could be water, or lots of ice, or anything.

Damned if I can remember the exact context, however.... Moe: Sorry, Homer. Can't sell you any beer before (X amount of time) on sunday. Homer: Aww... hey, what're you guys doing? Carl and Lenny, standing in front of a line on the floor marked 'Drinking Time,' which is right in the path of a shaft of...

I don't know. When I get supremely drunk, it's when I'm drinking by myself. And when it's a supreme drunk, it's when I black out at the end of it. The only stories I have to tell are the ones about where my conciousness remembers pouring a drink from a half-full bottle, and waking up with an empty o...

Four years in Army Intelligence, and the only combat I ever saw was with the filing cabinet. Not glorious, not patriotic, not anything but a chance I had to see what I was capable of. Admitted, I joined out of pure class self-interest - steady wage, benefits, upward mobility - but my country got cou...

Hell, fuck the ladies. Fuck the women, the girls, the dames and broads. While we're at it, toss the busters, buddies, dudes, and boys into that basket as well. Maybe it's just expanded horizons, but aside from biology and history, there isn't much outside of personal differences between the male and...

Holy Christ, I never knew when I was drinking there was such at stake when I was drinking heavily Entire worlds ride on the outcome of your shots, my man. Every lost braincell or moment of reaction is just a 1 where there should be a 0 in the infinately long binary string of life. Even nothing adds...

On the contrary. A good roman shower, while probably costing you it's volume in otherwise good booze, is like the round start bell. All the talk, the warm-ups, the posturing is out of the way. You know what you're there for. You reach that pinnacle of excitement and giddiness, maybe your toes have g...