Eating when drinking is cheating
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.
— 'Drink,' says Andy, 'always drives me to oratory.'
— 'It could do no worse,' says I.
— Oh, you... you find your drink?
— Yeah, it's a Z-Man rocks.
— A Z-Man rocks?
— Yeah.
— What's in it?
— Everything the Z-Man could get his hands on. On the rocks.
Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles. Just what you’d expect, inside her new «Balenciaga?»
I'm very drunk and I intend on getting still drunker before this evening's over.
And our crew was blinded
A challenge they did raise
The Russian guys were ready
And won the vodka race
When drinking with the pilots
A Southern Comfort round
Then Stefan's fear of flying
Came crashing to the ground...
Parading for their victory
Army, Air and Corps
Looking up the building
Where UDO was the star.
I drink for the effect, because it loosens up the tongue a little bit.
— You promised the doctor not until after dark.
— Oh, it's pretty dark, Frances.
Countless persons desire selftranscendence and would be glad to find it in church. But, alas, "the hungry sheep look up and are not fed." They take part in rites, they listen to sermons, they repeat prayers; but their thirst remains unassuaged. Disappointed, they turn to the bottle. For a time at least and in a kind of way, it works. Church may still be attended; but it is no more than the Musical Bank of Butler's Erewhon. God may still be acknowledged; but He is God only on the verbal level, only in a strictly Pickwickian sense. The effective object of worship is the bottle and the sole religious experience is that state of uninhibited and belligerent euphoria which follows the ingestion of the third cocktail.