"You know there ain't no devil; there's just god when he's drunk," famously crooned Tom Waits. Maybe it's time you found some God in your life at one of these blessed drinking events.
Goodbye, Fernet February. Hello, Martini March!
February is almost over. You deserve a drink. A big one.
It's happy hour somewhere. We promise.
Dear liver: Good luck, and I'm sorry.
You say "drinking habit" like it's a bad thing.
Brunch without booze is just a sad, late breakfast.
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