The ads say "Was last night really worth it. It's not the drinking, it's how we drink"As usual the ads hit the nail on the head with that expression.

So you're in the bar and can't agree who's going to get the next round, then have a look at this neat gadget: It's like one of those Simon Says games, where you follow the light pattern, then repeat. Whoever gets it worng Gets the round!Ingenius!

Rejoice all thee who careth of metaphysical drinking -- at last I found the poem of cebrated Li Bai (aka Li Bo aka Li Po), where he predicts his own death in waters of Yangtze river, trying to embrace reflection of the moon.Facing my wine, I did not see the dusk,Falling blossoms have filled the folds of my clothes.Drunk, I rise and approach the moon in the stream,Birds are far off, people too are few. Imagine

This is Russian Alcoradio speaking: some happy owner of parrot was going to be hospitalized and left her pet to neighbor to look after it. The neighbor in view of coming guests pawned it to local bootleger for some unspecified volume of moonshine. So far, so good. When guests were told how the treat was obtained, they ignited with righteous anger to rescue the noble bird. The moonshiner was beaten up and parrot was freed – not for long tho. Policemen arrived, returned bird to the botleger extracting a promise to return bird to the original owner when shes back from hospital. One of guests