If I'm old enough to work in a sweatshop, you bet your ass I'm old enough to have a drink!
Satan's bachelor party.
The name's Bland. James Bland. I'll take a regular martini. No special instructions. No olives? No problem.
Call it what you want: School time, 8am, gin-o'clock; Jill loved this time of day!
What's your poison? Oh, nevermind, I see you've brought your own.
How Stella became the most popular gal in the bar.
Molly's large intestine really objected to her drinking.
What the hell am I talking about? I'm pretty much sloshed all the time!
I don't always drink but when I do...