Whisky -- and neat. Really, really bad. Where's a can of beer when one wants it?
I hate dry days. (Dry days - days when you cannot get any booze)
An elusive search has landed on the phone number of someone who can deliver beer at your door step. Now I have to find enough people to dutch in so we can get a good deal.
Thinking this must be an easy deal? Surprisingly (shockingly, in fact) it ain't. Not with an uninterested bunch. A teetotaler brother doesn't help much either. Someone should be able to help me.
Someone....... someone, like you!