I'm a people person...who drinks.
Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
The lot of man-to suffer and die.
Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.
Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.
You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!