I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. --Frank Sinatra
The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober. --William Butler Yeats
An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools. --For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway
Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. --Ernest Hemingway
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. --Dean Martin
Drunk is feeling sophisticated when you can't say it. --Anonymous
No animal ever invented anything as bad as drunkenness - or as good as drink. --G.K. Chesterton
Time is never wasted when you're wasted all the time. --Catherine Zandonella
Abstainer: a weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure. --Ambrose Bierce
Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol. --Anonymous
I never drink anything stronger than gin before breakfast. --W.C. Fields
A woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the decency to thank her. --W.C. Fields
What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch? --W.C. Fields
Beauty lies in the hands of the beer holder. --Anonymous
Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink. --Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it. --His reply
If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomaches. --David Daye
Work is the curse of the drinking classes. --Oscar Wilde
When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. --Henny Youngman
Life is a waste of time, time is a waste of life, so get wasted all of the time and have the time of your life. --Anonymous
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy. --Tom Waits
24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? ---Anonymous
When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. Sooooo, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven... --Brian O'Rourke
Recently a routine police
patrol parked outside a local neighbourhood tavern. Late in the evening
the officer noticed a man leaving the bar, so intoxicated that he could
barely walk. The man stumbled around the car park for a few minutes,
with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity and trying
his keys on five vehicles, the man
managed to find his car
which he fell into. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of
other patrons left the bar and drove off. Finally he started the car, switched
the wipers on and off (it was a fine, dry night) flicked the indicators
on, then off, tooted the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved
the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained stationery
for a few more minutes as some more vehicles left.
At last he pulled out of
the car park and started to drive slowly down the road. The police officer,
having patiently waited all this time, now started up the patrol car, put
on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and carried out a
breathalyser test.
To his amazement the breathalyser
indicated no evidence of the man having consumed alcohol at all. Dumbfounded,
the officer said "I'll have to ask you to accompany me
to the police station this
breathalyser equipment must be broken."I doubt
it", said the man, "tonight
I'm the designated decoy."
A fellow decides to take off early from work and go drinking. He
stays until the bar closes at 2am, at which time he is extremely drunk.
When he enters his house, he doesn't want to wake anyone, so he takes off
his shoes and starts tiptoeing up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs, he
falls over backwards and lands flat on his rear end. That wouldn't have
been so bad, except that he had couple of empty pint bottles in his back
pockets, and they broke, and the broken glass carved up his buttocks terribly.
But, he was so drunk that he didn't know he was hurt. A few minutes later,
as he was undressing, he noticed blood, so he checked himself out in the
mirror, and, sure enough, his behind was cut up something terrible. Well,
he repaired the damage as best he could under the circumstances, and he
went to bed. The next morning, his head was hurting, and his rear was hurting,
and he was hunkering under the covers trying to think up some good story,
when his wife came into the bedroom. "Well, you really tied one on last
night," she
said. "Where'd you go?" "I worked late," he said, "and I stopped
off for a couple of beers." "A couple of beers?
That's a laugh," she replied, "You got plastered last night. Where
the heck did you go?" "What makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?"
"Well," she replied, "my first big clue was when I got up this morning
and found a bunch of Band-Aids stuck to the mirror."