Life Is Good

Life is good!


Many Thanks to You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Here. Drink This.

It'll ratchet down the inhibitions and we can make some progress.


Many Thanks to I Want To Touch Your Face

Republican Ladies Get Loose

The screwdrivers were flowing.


(Hey, Ernie, isn't that your grandmom?)


Eternally Grateful to Sloth Unleashed

What Amounts

...to wild abandon in these post-modern times.


Many Thanks to 2-Headed Snake

Baron, Baby, You Know How To Live

"For a guy made out of wood, you really can move. I dig your wheels too. Hey, let's go over to Trader Vic's and try out their new True Blood line of cocktails. I hear they are metallicious! Look, I'm green with enthusiasm!"


Eternally Grateful to Atompunk

The Blitzkrieg Siphoner Strikes Again

A rare photo of the drink pilferer.


Via You Can't Piss On Hospitality

Oh, God, Oh Jesus, Mercy Please

Why the hell did I have to wake up with the mother of all hangovers in 1947? Please, kill me.


Many Thanks to Sloth Unleashed

Oh The Torture!

John and Sylvia had taken one of the trains that lacked a bar car. And neither had bothered with so much as a flask.


Grateful Acknowledgments to It's Not Safe Here

Don't Mind Leo 'ere

'e's our designated driver.


Grates to Ffffound!

Hi, I'm Dick Van Dyke

And I am seriously shit-faced!


Source: Luna Pancake!

Duh

Check into the Stouffers, turn the cell phone off, call room service for that first bucket of ice, and start making your way a bottle at a time.


Grazie a Farbor Sid

I Had Just About Given Up On Your Showing

If I weren't so crazy about you, I would read you the riot act, but now that you are here, cocktails are in order. Now that we have your cock and my tail in the same place.


Another Great Steal From Atompunk

I Have Been Saving This For You, My Dear

Baron Strankhausen was a real pro at entertaining the young vampirettes he would invite to the castle, but he was so taken with Vladmina, that he pulled out all the stops.


"Vladdie, my sweet, I have had this in the blood vault for a century now. It is the forearm and hand of Sir Francis Bacon, and it's nectar is as fine a vintage as you will find anywhere. Please accept this with my compliments."


Vladmina was flattered to say the least.


Courtesy of Cocotazo

A Rare Case Where A Literal Reading Applies

Spaten-Brau, a Munich lager sold only at the DeutscheGarten beer hall, could be interpreted as "spat-in brau", because before serving, the beermaids contribute a measure of their sputum to each stein.


Via Atompunk

Master, I Have Fetched Your Cranumstein

I filled it with the piss of virgins, as you instructed. Now, do you wish me to rub my myself over your pan-stick?


Much Obliged to Monster Man

Little Miss Bartender

Let's get the kids into the alcohol culture as early as possible, whaddayasay?


Many Thanks to Tiki Pop