The last time I drank on a Monday I meet cool friend with a stiff upper lip. Brick sidewalks and beer go together like converse and jeans, like beans and saltines, like duct tape and dreams ...

I work on weekends lately so by the time I'm ready for a booze-up, everyone else is back in Monday through Friday work, sleep, rise, repeat mode. Any Monday drinkers out there? In my opinion, that's the day when a good whiskey kick to the tonsils is most needed ...

New song completed based on the rantings of
Dear Booze. i will post upon acceptance ...

Died laughing and your chaw went flopping out like the cud of a meadow bull hit unto the unders by a gravity quake. It's only out of ire for my own idioct, after all these years. to acciddentialy drink my own chew spit the next morning after a party when I'm trying to resurrect dead soldiers.

A fine edit, Comrade! Very nicely done ... except for my unintelligible mutterings. Listeners: let your imaginations fill in the blanks like booze into a dry glass.

Greetings boozeheads. Luke Schmaltz here aka The Belcher. I have been contributing articles and selling advertising for MDM since 2002 or so. I don’t know what took me so long to get on here. I have no excuse. I will welcome your cruel jabs of shame and consternation until this hangover slithers aw...

Same deal in Colorado. Quaint dining and lounging spaces sandwiched between bum-busy sidewalks and traffic-heavy streets. It's a good set of dynamics for selling booze. Trying to relax in those circumstances makes folks want to drink heavy and hard. Pass the lobotomy sauce!

Greetings boozeheads. Luke Schmaltz here aka The Belcher. I have been contributing articles and selling advertising for MDM since 2002 or so. I don’t know what took me so long to get on here. I have no excuse. I will welcome your cruel jabs of shame and consternation until this hangover slithers awa...