Molly's large intestine really objected to her drinking.
What the hell am I talking about? I'm pretty much sloshed all the time!
What's your poison? Oh, nevermind, I see you've brought your own.
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!
MARTINIS. PART OF A GOOD BALANCED BREAKFAST.