alcohol

To alcohol! The cause of and solution to all of life's problems.

Bart: Hey, Dad, can I have a sip of your beer?
Homer: Now, son, you don't want to drink beer. That's for daddies and kids with fake IDs.

Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.

Oh, Lisa, you and your stories. "Bart is a vampire." "Beer kills brain cells." Now let's go back to that...building...thingy, where our beds and TV...is.

Ah, good ol' trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

Beer. Now there's a temporary solution.

After an obviously long night he found himself staggering about at home, when that familiar urge suddenly came upon him. In an uncharacteristic flash of common sense he managed to get to his bedroom window before unloading his guts through it. Unfortunately he was standing in the garden, looking in.