Satan's bachelor party.
The name's Bland. James Bland. I'll take a regular martini. No special instructions. No olives? No problem.
Fred will never forget his first encounter with the spitting cats of the plains.
I can has MOAR funny LOLcats?
The AA meetings didn't help Marge at all. She couldn't seem to get alcohol off her mind.
If I'm old enough to work in a sweatshop, you bet your ass I'm old enough to have a drink!