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Pare e cheire o Rosé.

Você diz que esta bebida não é alcoólica, mas onde está a prova?

As palavras bêbadas e mal pronunciadas são inventadas na calúnia do momento?

Visivelmente chateado com toda a provação, o suco de uva começou a se tornar vinho.

O alcoolismo pode ser um problema sério .

Todos no bar estão deprimidos. Precisamos de moral.

Eu possuo um estabelecimento de bebida para melros. Ao negociar empréstimos, meu pé de cabra pode ser usado como alavanca.

A ressaca que tive esta manhã me deixou tenso. Acho que tenho que aprender a desvincular.

Aqueles dois bebedores de cerveja estão tendo uma discussão e tanto. Eles estão em lagerheads .

Tudo acontece para um reisling.

Quando a prostituta francesa começa a beber, ela acaba descolorindo o cabelo. Isso porque “Absinto deixa a torta mais loira”.

P: Por que essa pessoa tem um olhar tão sarcástico no rosto? R: Ele acabou de beber uma dose de uísque irônico.

Eu disse ao barman rude que queria uma cerveja pesada, escura e amarga. Ele me disse para ir à cerveja.

O vinicultor desenvolveu um vinho que tinha gosto de carne enlatada. Ele o chamou de Asti Spamanti.

O médico gostava de colocar sabor de nogueira nos Daiquiris. Nós o chamamos de Hickory Daiquiri Doc.

O cervejeiro deprimido passou o fim de semana inteiro pensando.

Eu costumo beber Gin & Tonic, mas esta noite, decidi agitar as coisas, então tomei um Martini.

Você me teve no Merlot.

Gin & Martini Puns
Dry, dirty, shaken, stirred, and garnished with a twist of humor.

I usually drink Gin & Tonic, but tonight, I decided to shake things up, so I had a Martini.
I ordered a Martini with confidence. It was an olive branch.
My Martini and I have an understanding: it stays dry, and I stay hydrated-ish.
The gin was feeling blue, so the tonic tried to lift its spirits.
Gin is just botanical confidence in a glass.
The Martini refused to argue—it preferred to keep things stirred, not shaken.
Olive you need is a Martini.
The gin and vermouth broke up. They needed more space in the glass.
My Martini is so dry, it keeps asking for moisturizer.
I tried to make a tiny Martini, but it was just my teeny.
The gin went to therapy to work on its juniper issues.

Q: Why does that person have such a sardonic look on his face?
A: He just drank a shot of wry whiskey.
Whiskey business is always neat.
Bourbon and I have a barrel of things in common.
The whiskey was a good listener—it always took things straight.
My whiskey sour was having a rough day, so I gave it a twist.
The bourbon became a detective because it had a nose for clues.
I told the rye to be more positive. It said, “I’m neat enough already.”
The Scotch went to school to improve its high-proof reading.
I like my whiskey how I like my advice: neat, direct, and not watered down.
The bourbon’s autobiography was a real barrel-roller.

The doctor liked to put hickory flavor in Daiquiris. We call him Hickory Daiquiri Doc.
The Moscow Mule kicked like one.
The Old Fashioned refused to update its status.
My Negroni has a bitter side, but we all do.
The Sidecar always shows up when the bike needs a drink.
A Tom Collins walked into a bar, but he was just looking for his columns.
I asked for a Gimlet and got a tiny tool. Wrong kind of sharp.
The Margarita was feeling salty, but the lime gave it a squeeze.
A Bloody Mary is just brunch with a little backbone.
The Mojito became a gardener because it had a talent for mint condition.
The Mai Tai said it was fine—Mai Tai little, but fine.
The Daiquiri got a standing ovation. It was a real rum-bler.
The Manhattan moved to Brooklyn for a change of spirit.
The Sazerac refused to leave New Orleans—it was too attached to the absinthe-minded lifestyle.
The French 75 always arrives with a bang.
The Corpse Reviver is the only cocktail that understands mornings.