Woe be monday morn
Five days of work lay ahead
Weekend is the past

This was spotted in a bar on our recent trip to Puerto Rico to, among other things the IRS cares about, determine its sutibility for inclusion in our databases. The IRS will be most pleased to know that our money was not wasted, and bars in Puerto Rico will start showing up in our system in the coming months.

Anyhow, we believe that this beautifully illustrates how the superiority of beer knows no language barriers.

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If  you were around in 1919 (just  before prohibition  started)  and  came upon  the following poster...


I  mean seriously, Would you quit  drinking?

Is this you? If so, we wanna party with you.

• You drank so much beer last night you single-handedly wore out a fresh urinal cake.
  
• You don’t have to imagine what a spilled gin and tonic sucked from a shag rug tastes like.
  
• You’re not sure when Mary Ann snuck out your apartment last night, but you figure it was about the same time Mrs...

Here's a few more ways to tell you have a drinking problem!

• Your favorite dive is so dark you can’t tell when you’re blacked out.
• Some bastard always manages to slip a Mickey Finn in your 30th drink.
• You don’t call them birthdays, you call them "a-free-shot-at-every-bar-I-can-reach-in-the-next-24 hours-days."
• Your plan to move to New Orleans during hurricane season is based entirely upon the possibility of getting "trapped" in a bar...