Tales of Old

[owinogourd]

 They used to sing songs of my glory, praise to my liver, odes to the feats of my drinking. But then I tumbled down through the weight classes, the downfall from champion to a middle-class lightweight. Falling, falling, three drinks to absurdity. But the sips still make me more human.

Comments

[the_mango]

They still sing songs to your glory, just not as it relates to drinking anymore.

In vino veritas.

Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.
-- Thomas Fuller

[the_mango]

Also: You are not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.
-- Dean Martin