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Sad Sacks s01e34 - The Grape Depression

How to tell if you had too much to drink last night ...
James upside down on couch with his fist in his mouth:
This seems comfortable.

James blinded by light:
You need sunglasses to look in the fridge.

James puking:
Puking in a wicker basket seems like a good idea.

Sack: Better him than me.

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Johnny's Rant

I never drank beer as a young man, which sadly I no longer am. Whisky was always my first love. There are very few situations that can't be improved with whisky. The only situation I can think of off the top of my head would be drowning.

A great friend of mine who shall remain nameless, so that no one can assign blame to him (Close call eh Quentin Blasingame? Oops.), taught me to appreciate beer a few years ago by buying me a pint of Amsterdam Blonde at a mostly empty pub. Since then I've become a massive fan of *good* beer, which is rarer than you think.

I've climbed the tallest mountain in Ireland with only a belly full of Guinness, and bicycled down the side of a dormant Hawaiian volcano with a badly shaken can of Longboard Lager in the pocket of my surf shorts. A can of Cobblestone Stout is my local go to these days.

You've probably heard the urban legend that Ben Franklin said "Beer is proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy" which is just a bastardized version of what he actually wrote in favour of booze, "Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy". This beautiful prose, like a good pint of Innis & Gunn, is just as sweet. #BenjaminFranklin