My friend, while I may spill a drink on my shirt, always know that I would never serve that imbation to anyone else.Lush City wrote:Whatever it was that you said. It was uplifting.
A proper Drunkard will save it for himself. We will always seek the high life, the top shelf, the best of all intentions, and yet, we may find ourselves to be thirsty even after we are fillled.
A shirt, much like a towel, will soak up the essential nutrients needed for our space voyage with the Golgafrincham.
Who here has not been the last one, the finisher at a party?
That would be me, when the birds are chirping and dogs are barking, and cigarette butts in the glass on the floor by the couch only add to the taste of the found tasty.
Have you ever been the last one still standing at a party?
No alcohol must go to waste.
No drop shall be spilled without a taste.
A Drunkard will explore the many varieties of flavors of the wondrous elixir of Ethyl Alcohol...
...but there is a deeper, purer level of drinking, and it takes a bit of balance and fight.
It is drinking without umbrellas in the drink,
it is balancing on the high wire without an umbrella,
It is the ability to take care of Important Matters in the real world even as we navigate the depths of the dark.
The dark depths of the open sea before us awaits, and our ship is built from the timbers of the Logging Capital of the world, Bangor Maine, and we pirates have stolen it.
We now set sail to the Barbados; dark sugar and rum awaits us.
Now push your oar with power, for there we will enjoy fine cigars, hand-rolled across the thighs of fine dark maidens.