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I've had my fill of Jinn for the day. And not the good gin that my dad has locked in his liquor cabinet. The creepy Jinn that took a bite out of my arm and destroyed everything I've ever known.
Gino refilled my glass. "What a night. Booze, broads, and a barroom brawl.
You'll have champagne. All girls like champagne.
All girls didn't like champagne. I preferred root beer. Willie preferred anything that smelled like gasoline and burned her throat. She could hold her liquor better than any man, and I wished she was there to help me navigate John Lockwell.
Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Harry felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up. They were taking turns covering themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at her from behind statues.
The [Victory Gin] was like nitric acid, and moreover, in swallowing it one had the sensation of being hit on the back of the head with a rubber club. The next moment, however, the burning in his belly died down and the world began to look more cheerful.
George Jessel's newest pick-me-up which is receiving attention from the town's paragraphers is called a Bloody Mary: half tomato juice, half vodka.
Gin, jazz and dreams were not enough.
Gilderoy Lockhart
To the question, "When were your spirits at the lowest ebb?" the obvious answer seemed to be, "When the gin gave out."
My main ambition as a gardener is to water my orange trees with gin, then all I have to do is squeeze the juice into a glass.
Dean Martin's great-great-uncle, Ebenezer Martin, who said to Eli Whitney, I see the cotton, but where's the gin? Never got a dinner!
I look back at Danny and I think about what Ginny said to me: Friends act like friends. My stomach tightens.
There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.
There's too much lime in the world and not enough gin
By 12.30, Giles had consumed five gin-rickies, four gin-and-tonics, three gin-and-its, two gin-and-bitters, and one gin.
There was the Bennett Cocktail (gin, lime juice, bitters), the Bee's Knees (gin, honey, lemon juice), the Gin Fizz (gin, lemon juice, sugar, seltzer water), and the Southside (lemon juice, sugar syrup, mint leaves, gin, seltzer water).
The old man stared at me with his bright green eyes. You're Gin Blanco, Genevieve Snow, and the Spider all rolled into one. You can do whatever you want to, sweetheart.
A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's lime juice and nothing else.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club.
Zen martini: A martini with no vermouth at all. And no gin, either.
Sell your soul and half your shoes for a glass of gin.
I don't know what reception I'm at, but for God's sake give me a gin and tonic.
Gilly Gilleshpee
A bottle of gin sat in the center of the table. More emptiness than gin in the bottle.
I shot that sucker right in the gumpy.
Grandma Mazur
A perfect martini should be made by filling a glass with gin then waving it in the general direction of Italy.
We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead.
And Lenore had served each child several cups of the Simmons eggnog, which was 75 percent rum and 25 percent nog. When they came to pick the children up, all four were stumbling around her living room in a drunken stupor.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
Jerrykins, or Pickled Gherkins. Lord Peter was not one of those born uncles who delight old nurses by their
Runny's Nicpic
One day Runny Babbit
Met little Franny Fog.
He said, "Let's have a nicpic
Down by the lollow hog."
He brought some cutter bookies,
Some teanuts and some pea.
And what did Franny Fog bring?
Her whole fog framily.
Binkie, the one and only. He can hear her rings clacking on the plastic phone, and he chuckles, envisioning with amusement the bejeweled and suntanned manicured grip his grandmother thinks she has on his balls. And she does.
I must not mix champage, whiskey, and gin. (Repeated fifty times to fill column.)
For the first time, I told Mum that the place I was from was called "Ginestlay," and when
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
Names?' the receptionist asked us.
"Jesus," Jamie answered.
"Mary," said Stella.
"Satan," I said as I walked past her and pushed open the door to Ira Ginsberg's office.
jessamine. Flowering
By now, all three Brannick women - all four, if you counted Mom - were staring at me. Man, what had that piney-tasting stuff been? The Brannick version of Red Bull?
If you had said before the game we would get three points, I would have said you'd had too much gin.
Fortunately there is gin, the sole glimmer in this darkness. Do you feel the golden, copper-coloured light it kindles in you? I like walking through the city of an evening in the warmth of gin.
Johnnie Walker in the tea, Jim Beam in the coffee
And then she was kissing him as she never had before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair ...
My Jenn. Not Billy's Jenn. Mine.
Despite the first-time experiences relayed by every one of her girlfriends, Ginny still held out hope hers could be special, and Brandon just wasn't special enough.
How're you feeling?' Ginny asked Ron, who was now staring into the dregs of milk at the bottom of him empty cereal bowl as of seriously considering attempting to drown himself in them.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
They are me, these women. They are the ones who taught me to see; I taught me to see. They, we, are the ones healing the Ginen story, fighting to destroy that cancerous trade in shiploads of African bodies that ever demands to be fed more sugar, more rum, more Nubian gold.
My friends call me 'George,' 'GM,' or 'Georgia.' But most people who know me from when I was little call me 'Georgia May.'
She was a thin woman in a mustard-yellow suit, with a yellowish complexion, short-cropped rusty red hair, and a stiff posture. She reminded Reynie of a giant walking pencil.
scary. "Willie," she
Sisters of the Nigrizia
I, Judy Moody, will get zero-wrong-plus-extra-credit on the spelling test! 110%! Pass it on.
Bartender! Vring me some viskey with chincher ale on de side & don't be stingy, baby. (Garbo's first words in a talking picture)
That's hard core, Gin," Finn replied. "Very hard core. Kind of kinky too." A grim smile tightened my lips. "That's me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.
She was good-natured with a ribald sense of humour, breaking wind fairly frequently and uninhibitedly, then asking in a loud voice: "Who's let Johnny out of prison?" I
The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body - Need a body cry?
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you."
"What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!
At three-thirty, she announced, I gotta get going. I'm supposed to meet my sister in the Ginza.
There is something about a martini, Ere the dining and dancing begin, And to tell you the truth, It is not the vermouth- I think that perhaps it's the gin.
Hi there! You're cute. Do you have any girlfriends? 'Cause Gran says Momma needs a man in her life. Then Pops says, 'Pfft, Martine, the last thing Elise needs is a man!' But I think my Gran is right."
"Rennie, for tonight, let's play the think-about-what-we-say-before-we-say-it-game.
All my life I've been terrible at remembering people's names. I once introduced a friend of mine as Martini. Her name was actually Olive.
She's like that first taste of something you can't have - that priceless sip of Macallan poured neat - and no matter how many times you're lucky enough to get just a splash more, it's never enough to get you drunk...
The sip of Macallan that ruins you for all others.
I've heard a sip of gin will make you immune to mosquitoes and other pests.
Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss...
He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
Van Ritzen is one of the funniest humans I've ever met. Read her book, laugh, lather, rinse, repeat.
That Mrs. Wiggins! Why, she's as like my sister Eva as two peas.
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
boys, girls and music . . why do they need gin?
Bubble gum on a turd, Madison! You're a tutti-frutti enforcer. I am a warden. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.
Things, since you left, have not gone well with me: they have taken me from a place where there was gin to a place where there is no gin[.]
She's a gray woman with gray sayings."
"A crape-hanger.
Gin a body meet a body
Flyin' through the air,
Gin a body hit a body,
Will it fly? and where?
Most people have some means of filling up the gap between perception and reality, and, after all, in those circumstances there are far worse things than gin.
The owner's wife gave me a container of chicken soup and a quart of rice pudding to take home. She was a broad, solid woman with thick arms and legs. She swiped vigorously at the stain on my coat with a wad of dampened paper towel, and I remembered Pegeen then: There's always someone nice.
Gee - I could tell that one was a doozy," said Hazel. "You can say that again," said George. "Gee - " said Hazel, "I could tell that one was a doozy.
The fun, joy, and humor dry up in a relationship when one of the partners is swimming in gin. To my way of thinking, it is selfishness personified to see life through the bottom of a liquor bottle.
She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!
And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.
The proper union of gin and vermouth is a great and sudden glory; it is one of the happiest marriages on earth, and one of the shortest lived.
Apparently, deep down I believe that our spirits get stirred in with those of all the other living things that have ever existed. Like gumbo," she added.
"Gumbo."
"Yes."
"Well, thanks, Yonie. I was already cold and tired and scared out of my wits, and now I'm 'ungry too.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
I did it for you. I took in a pint of bourbon with me. She's a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge's second term, I'll eat my spare tire, rim and all.
Me and the bottle have always been friends, we've had a few old nasty fights but the bottle would always win, so when I go to answer that final curtain call, I can hear these words being whispered by all ... Ol' George stopped drinking today.
My name is Grey Amundsen. But Grey, she doesn't exist in here, in this slimy, smoky, sex-hazed hole. In here, I'm Gracie.
Vodka Redbull: Upper meets downer in an effervescent hybrid of bubble gum and junkie piss
Jorinda and Jorindel
Maggie? Maggie's too busy hating herself to love anyone.
Grumpy is her favorite dwarf.
You know what they say, 'Nothing makes a Southern story better than a stretch of time and a few glasses of gin.
He was muttering my name over and over. Gin, Gin, Gin. Like it was some sort of prayer - or a curse. Sexiest damn thing I'd ever heard.
I got a girl named Bony Maronie, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni.
Gina. I wish to goodness that detestable thing had never set his foot inside our doors!
Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey.
Anybody who knew me growing up calls me Vinny.
I ordered another rum St. James and I watched the girl whenever I looked up, or when I sharpened the pencil with a pencil sharpener with the shavings curling into the saucer under my drink.