Depth perception and beer obviously weren't related.

Hand off my ass or I'll rip off your balls.

Yesterday Allison bought me nail polish in the annoying shade of mauve. How can anyone look at me and think mauve?

Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all--hahhhh.

Do you even know what hammerd means?" I asked.

"Something to do with drinking your American beer out of a hole in the side of a can?"

Dave reached over and slapped him on the shin. "Close enough.

There are more old drunks than there are old doctors.