Love flows like flowers, and grows like water. I’m so thirsty for romance I could drink a dozen roses.

They should make cell phones that are dishwasher safe. My cup runneth over—especially since both our drinks are in one glass because I’m too lazy to load the shotgun.

Most fools drink after one another, from a thinking cup that is empty. But I only drink after people whose cups are filled with a fluid to fascination ratio of nearly 1:1.

I like coffee tables. I’m into drinkable furniture.

I drank so much booze I was bamboozled. Alcohol makes my mind as discombobulated as love makes my heart. I’d sure appreciate it if you poured me a large glass of romance.

I started to drink heavily, comfortably caught in the tentacle-like clutches of alcohol.

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: Frequently there must be a beverage.

I don’t really drink sodas, but when I have popcorn or pizza I need a little. It’s the perfect combination.

At church, during communion, they give out free wine. Whoa! Talk about a great place to drink and meet women.

but does it have a winning taste? I’d hardly call silver a champion flavor. No, I’ll stick to my red wine.

I asked for a small drink, but he didn’t ask me what cup size. What, will a small not fit in a large?

For more than three decades, coffee has captured my imagination because it is a beverage about individuals as well as community. A Rwandan farmer. Eighty roast masters at six Starbucks plants on two continents. Thousands of baristas in 54 countries. Like a symphony, coffee’s power rests in the hands of a few individuals who orchestrate...

I don’t have a favorite drink. I don’t do favorites of anything, practically.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

Love is meant to be sipped, rather than chugged, like a glass of wine you drink strait from the bottle.

Love burns. Whiskey burns. George Burns. What do all three have in common? They’re all dead to me.

I don’t really drink very much, although I have abused alcohol in the past.

I eat and drink at my desk, but I’m a tidy eater.

Hair of the dog and to keep me company I made a drink.

98% of the things said by a drunk man are true; 98% of those said by a horny man aren’t.

I just invented a device that eliminates vice. It looks like a bottle of booze, only it’s empty, because I just drank it.

Gin is a confusing drink. It’s the only liquid that’s both wet and dry.

Love is something to be treated with awe. Or should it be aww? People don’t know my capacity for love. If you tried to bottle it up, I’m sure it would take at least three thermoses to contain it. And if it did get contained, would you drink my love black, or would you add...

I had a dream where I drank my own grandma. What she was doing disguised as a bottle of booze isn’t entirely clear to me.

If you ever felt alone, come to my cottage and drink the whole bottle; it is not so bad to be abnormal for a while.

I feel wonderful and sad. It’s the gin.

Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

I drank her essence, and it’s like she never existed and now I’m thirsty again. Let this be a lesson in love.

I drink to make other people interesting.

I coiled my empty straw wrapper around like a snake. Then I bit it before it could bite me. My love is as dangerous as my drinking habits.

I live 30 times faster and more intensely than most people, so every year is a whole generation for me. I’d like my combo meal with a side of long white beard, and I’d like it to go. Now, damnit! Fast food simply isn’t fast enough for me. I’m so quick that I need a...

I was sprawled out in my usual position on the couch, half asleep but entirely drunk, torturing myself by tearing memories out of my mind at random like matches from a book, striking them one at a time and drowsily setting myself on fire.

Colter searched for original Mexican tiles to use as patterns for copies, and during the search, a barrel of old tile letters was found in a cellar corner. She decided to use the letters on the walls of the Cocina Cantina to spell out old Spanish proverbs about eating and drinking. Above the bar was...

I don’t even drink coffee.

My coffee gets increasingly better the more I drink and the closer I come to the bottom of the cup, where all the sugar is. I wonder if life is the same way as we approach the end.

I’m drinking your reply. Maybe isn’t too hot or cold, so I’m chugging it.

No thanks, I’m asexual.

How would that premise stand up if he examined it? That was probably why the Communists were always cracking down on Bohemiansism. When you were drunk or when you committed adultery you recognised your own personal fallability of that so mutable substitute for the apostles’ creed, the party line. Down with Bohemianism, the sin of...

I ordered a single espresso because I wanted a drink I could hook up with.

There are two things that will be believed of any man whatsoever, and one of them is that he has taken to drink.

I decide to order wine, despite the fact that I don’t like it. But just because I don’t enjoy it is no reason for me not to not enjoy it. I’m romantic like that, I guess.

The cup was empty, but I didn’t drink it because nothing is impossible to drink. So instead, I drank nothing. Nothing is impossible to drink, except nothing.

Boxing gloves/oven mitts could be used to fight fires. My uppercut can knock you out cold, like melting ice. Sip it slowly.

My uncle’s a big drinker. In fact, he just got a liver transplant. They replaced it with a bottle of whiskey.

I drink coffee. Without coffee, I probably couldn’t write.

Soylent Green is made out of people. So is your personal network… but let’s hope its non-toxic because you drink it every day.

Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made it’s way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish eyelashes. Each blink, each pressing moment, time seemed to have stopped and I felt as if, her charm could fill an entire room and with every set of eyes locked onto...

You know what I can’t stand?” Stand. I’ll sell rants in small, medium, and large.

I’m a competitor. I once placed fifth in a bottle of whiskey.

Can I get you a drink?” Both mustaches turned towards each other but said nothing, because they’d each left their mouth at home.