That alcohol may not solve problems, but it sure does chase them away for a couple of hours.
Maker’s Mark, I salute you. You’ve killed my pointless crush, my self-image worries, my career concerns, and my fear of death.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drunk
For fellows whom it hurts to think
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world’s not
Malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man