I have yet to find the point of inebriation at which I am unable to post coherently to LiveJournal. And this is quite simply not for lack of trying. Consider tonight: $2.00 Murphy’s pints @ Hennessey’s. Word. After having a disturbing number of pints, I had some hot whiskey punch (sans cloves; damn Hennessey’s lack of cloves), and yet am perfectly capable of typing grammatically in several comments. Hmm.
When you go to Cork, you’ll get drisheens, Murphy’s Stout, and pig’s crubeens Here’s up ’em all, says The boys of Fair Hill!