Our Lager, which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk) At home, as it is in tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head, and forgive our spillages,
as we forgive those who spillage against us.
And lead us not to incarceration, but deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, the bitter, and the lager.
Forever and ever, pass the pretzels.

Tags: alcohol, weird
Without the Prozac, I'm: stressed
The Voices are Singing: The Offspring - Worst Hangover Ever