#drink

Get off your horse and drink your milk. ↗

— John Wayne

#get #horse #milk #off #your

Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and streams. ↗

— Gilbert White

#bats #drink #like #over #play

People are saying that I'm an alcoholic, and that's not true, because I only drink when I work, and I'm a workaholic. ↗

— Ron White

#because #drink #i #only #people

I just think my body can't handle it any more. I did try a little drink a while back, and I was actually physically ill. I went into an immediate depression, and felt awful, just dreadful. So that's it. I'm over it now. ↗

— Ron Wood

#any #awful #back #body #depression

For drink, there was beer which was very strong when not mingled with water, but was agreeable to those who were used to it. They drank this with a reed, out of the vessel that held the beer, upon which they saw the barley swim. ↗

— Xenophon

#barley #beer #drank #drink #held

I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#comfort #desire #destroyed #drink #i

If you don't drink, smoke, or drive a car, you're a tax evader. ↗

— Thomas S. Foley

#drink #drive #smoke #tax #you

When men take pleasure in feeling their minds elevated with strong drink, and so indulge their appetite as to disorder their understandings, neglect their duty as members of a family or civil society, and cast off all regard to religion, their case is much to be pitied. ↗

— John Woolman

#case #cast #civil #civil society #disorder

More wine for me, pour me some more!" "You smart girl, I knew you're a smart girl, just teasing...” Faces turn red, the dark earth blood is rising. They wink at Pelka, wink at the host: "He knows his goods!" The women feel the buttons constricting them - they undo one, another, a third. By twos the guests go outside to get some air. "Well, my dear guests, are you soaked to the gills? Eh? And now-to dance! Get lively!" The table and the chairs vanish. The middle of the room is empty. Ivan the Monk jumps out of his hole, a tambourine in his hands: "Tim-ta-a-am! Tim-ta-a-am!" “Eh-hey!" the redhead suddenly snatches the tambourine and sweeps off, tapping wildly in a circle. Eyes closed: a white sleepless sun-a white night on the meadow-white columns of smoke swaying over fires... "Eh-ah!"-to whirl herself to death, to whirl out everything, to empty herself - nothing has ever been... Heavy boots are thumping on the floor, beards fly in the wind, the frock-coat tails go flying... hey, get going, faster, faster - a hundred versts an hour! ("The North") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#drinking #party #russian-fun #death

I have to drink this much to be as unfunny as you. ↗

— Patton Oswalt

#i #much #you