I love alcohol. I love to drink it, to talk about it, to smell it, to dream about it, to pour it, to shake it, to throw it, and even to puke it. Now, some may say that this is a clear sign of alcoholism, but it really isn't. If there was one thing that I couldn't live with, it would be alcohol... and my ipod... and my golf clubs... and this one shirt that doesn't make me fat... and my phone... and I think that's it. Yup.
