Visit me! You can come unannounced, drunk, sober, or even leading a giraffe.

Rivers of gin and oysters.

Why did you tell that pretty girl, who was probably your sister, that I was drunk?

Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end.

Instead of banning drink I will ban my limited sense of obligation.

The clouds once more bid me.

How drunk, or how drunkly sober under-drunk, can you calculate you are now?

Hurray for the wine-colored corduroy!

Sorry about last night. A sloth or mudlark would have probably been better.

No, I’m not drinking anymore. Only wine.