That's one way to deal with your partner's drinking problem. No point in attacking it head-on.
I know I'm ready for this meal. I don't even need teeth!
Your Halloween costume is invalid.
Oh sweet nectar of the gods NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
A fine bouquet of industrially canned refried beans, pre-frozen meat-product and unspoilable cheese substances. Quite a vintage!
Somehow I grew a field of grapes, crushed them, fermented them and bottled the juice! What a crazy night!
It's because the French are all screwy, right? Right guys?
Tables, people, invest in tables. Good lord.