Quotes About Alcohol

Was I in here last night and did I spend a $20 bill? Oh, thank goodness... I thought I'd lost it.

I don't drink water. Fish fuck in it.

Usually when I drank too much, I could guess why I did so, the objective being to murder a state of consciousness that I didn't have the courage to sustain--a fear of heights, which sometimes during the carnival of the 1960s accompanied my attempts to transform the bourgeois journalist into an avant-garde novelist. The stepped-up ambition was a commonplace among the would-be William Faulkners of my generation; nearly always it resulted in commercial failure and literary embarrassment.

She don't like to be around anybody drinkin, don't even like to smell it. I drink and I like to drink. That's it.

He stowed a bottle of a local rotgut called Five Island Gin—nicknamed Five Ulcer Gin—in radioman Harry Brooks's gas mask holster. When an MP tapped Brooks's hip to check for the mask, the bottle broke and left Brooks with a soggy leg. It was probably for the best. Louie noticed that when he drank the stuff, his chest hair spontaneously fell out. He later discovered that Five Island Gin was often used as paint thinner. After that, he stuck to beer.

Yet it was an odd twist of language. Based on the way people usually used the words, Christian was traight and Patrick was gay. But Christian, when he got wasted, was gay if you used the old-fashioned, oh-so-merry definition of the word, while Patrick was straight-edge because he didn't drink to the point of passing out.

Quarrelling could do more damage to the appearance of a house than a party for fifty people, all drunk.

When the waiter came I ordered a glass of Chianti, and Bill kicked me under the table and shook his head "no." I stuck to my guns and drank my wine, but I do know there was a little tension in Bill's face after that at the table every time I lifted my glass. Bill and Sam stuck to ginger ale. Bill later told me that before the dinner he had been recommending me to Jimmy and he wanted me to make a good impression. During

Frank Sinatra behaved himself around Russell Bufalino. One night at the 500 Club in Atlantic City I heard Russell tell Sinatra: "Sit down or I'll rip your tongue out and stick it up your ass." If he had a drink in him Sinatra was an asshole. He'd put on a gorilla suit when he got drunk. He'd go to fight some guy knowing somebody would stop it. He was a bad drinker. Me, if I drink, I want to sing and dance. I guess he figured he was already a singer and a dancer.

In sum, the 12 steps are not a road to recovery, let alone the road to recovery. They are, instead, a road to a substitute dependency—a dependency upon AA rather than upon alcohol.

An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men.

Mr Pickwick awoke the next morning, there was not a symptom of rheumatism about him; which proves, as Mr Bob Sawyer very justly observed, that there is nothing like hot punch in such cases; and that if ever hot punch did fail to act as a preventive, it was merely because the patient fell in to the vulgar error of not taking enough of it.

There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them.

Like my vodka, my marriage is on the rocks.

I like to have a Martini, Two at the very most— After three I'm under the table, After four I'm under my host.

A double extra-dry martini," Thadeus Lowry said to the waiter. "I just shot a man through the head." "Very good, sir," said the waiter.

Such lifestyle factors such as cigarette smoking, excessive alcohol consumption, little physical activity and low dietary calcium intake are risk factors for osteoporosis as well as for many other non-communicable diseases.

frente al vasallaje y a una vida destinada a la miseria y al oprobio, los nativos se refugiaban en el alcohol y en la delicuencia. Y no solo eso: sin cultura, sin identidad, sin una tierra a la cual llamar hogar, no les quedaba más que adoptar una actitud servil. Reconocer que no había más salida que agachar la cabeza, obedecer órdenes y aceptar la iniquidad. Pueblos enteros derrotados.

Ellos acostumbran a embadurnarnos de trago por todas partes. Les encanta beber trago de nuestras vaginas.

Hey, you know why God invented alcohol? So the Irish wouldn't take over the world.

The high hopes of the 1960s were over. Old taboos had been broken down but no new codes of conduct were ready to replace them. Football terraces became battle-zones. Alcohol and drug consumption rose dramatically. Graphic violence – almost always WW2-themed – and soft porn went mainstream. Men like Jimmy Saville and Gary Glitter discovered that if they just got on the telly, they could do whatever they liked.

Ignorance is a lot like alcohol: the more you have of it, the less you are able to see its effect on you.

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue...

Cure for a red nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent colourig it.