Me: *eating a Mars bar* Martian: Good grief where will I obtain alcohol now

Dude walks into a bar ...and drops dead from oxygen deprivation. It's a Mars bar.

Me: Define Illegal Cop: You're drunk, riding a horse, shooting a gun and yelling 'For Narnia' Me: I want my lawyer.

Beer makes me feel invincible. Vodka makes me feel innvienceablrerrer. *falls down*