Drunkenness

beer_2Demotions

Origins
People are allowed to drink in pubs at 18, though some begin earlier in the day.

Yard of ale
What you spill as you make your way to your table.

Lager top
You’ve spilt some on your shirt, too.

Top fermentation
You’ve spilt lots on your shirt.

Bottom fermentation
And your trousers.

Keg
The trouser upon which you have spilt beer.

Shorts
What you have to change into now your trousers are soaked.

Hand pull
What you attempt on the barmaid.

Lager
What you think the barmaid’s vital statistics are.

Froth
What you spin the barmaid.

Chaser
Or, as the barmaid insists on putting it, “stalker”.

Head
The beer has one. You’ve lost yours.

Bar
What happens after you try to chat up the barmaid one too many times.

Bitter
How you feel about the barmaid.

Pub crawl
What you have to do to get back in to your local.

Jug
See “Barmaid”.

Hops
You need the loo.

Barley
But you can barley stand, talk or focus.

Specific gravity
The tendency of the Earth to attract a falling object was first noted by Newton after he had had a few drinks.

Barman
Alcoholic superhero of Gotham City. He helps you up.

Measure
What the barmaid has of you.

Snakebite
Gang to which the barmaid tells you her boyfriend belongs.

Designated driver
The golf club which the barmaid’s boyfriend intends to use on you.

Glass collector
Your face if you’re not careful.

Ale
As in “ale juss hav one moore”…

Swift half
The top bit of a pint

Round
What you’re becoming.

Gastropub
Stomach upset from drinking too much beer.

Stout
See “Round”.

Drinking up time
What you realise alcohol has been doing.

Barrel
The way you walk home.

On the house
How you support yourself.

Landlord
The person you try to avoid as you arrive home after 15 pints, unable to be quiet, and unable to find your keys.

Beer tap
You knock gently to be allowed in.

Landlady
The person who comes to let you in and who you now find strangely attractive.

Hangover
It takes several days for your landlady to talk to you again.

Conclusion
You blame everything on the dodgy cashew nuts you ate at the bar.

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