alcohol [Theme] Page 5
Movies, alcohol, sex, internet surfing, double cheeseburger - we have time for anything but internal dialogues.
Loving is like drinking alcohol. Everyone is having fun while they drink. But then the hangover is sure to come.
Alcohol does not choose whom to ruin - rich or poor, stupid or smart, beautiful or ugly - everyone is equal before him, as before any disease. Only this disease is not noble, it does not cause pity, therefore it is carefully hidden as long as there are enough resources.
An optimist is a person devoid of imagination, and I have enough of it, especially when I am drunk. Alcohol is the source of many metaphysical unrest, as Daniel Robes said.
Alcohol is endowed with magical power, with it all words sound sincere, and boring minutes begin to sparkle brightly.
Vodka is an idiot's worst enemy.
Alcohol is not mine. I've always loved the natural buzz and wouldn't give a hangover a day.
Champagne is the Devil's drink. It is delicious, it makes you happy and loves you, and if the Devil is asked what he likes to drink, he will give you a bottle of champagne.
Alcohol - there was no such thing on my table, I do not want to lie in the ground ahead of time.
Sad Watson sings: "On the side of the road among the grass, I'm thonging in opposition to fatal...
Holmes: Watson, calm down, well, you think, got drunk, well, you think, they fell into the ditch with your ass!
Holmes: Watson, calm down, well, you think, got drunk, well, you think, they fell into the ditch with your ass!
It's good that you drink. I don't trust those who refuse. If a person is afraid to get drunk, then he is unreliable when drunk.
A hangover in all its glory: a crushing headache, a taste of cement in the mouth, nausea, aching joints, lethargy ... A ritual scene, after which he habitually swore to himself that he would no longer take alcohol in his mouth. He swore, knowing that the determination would not last long: already at noon there would again be a desire to wet the throat, well, there ...
On Saturday nights, I usually lie in bed, unable to fall asleep, and think: what other stupidity will drunken teenagers do? That I'll have to rake in the morning.
We were all drunk, and we always drank too much, as if we had to. A cult of excesses. Alcohol and drugs, sex and love, pride and envy and revenge. No measure.
- Well, yes. The guy is good, the vodka is bad.
