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I was drinking some Hirsch Bourbon tonight and I thought I would share some of the inspiration of this site. Below are the lyrics to Jimmy Buffet's God's Own Drunk. I've provided emphasis on a couple phrases:

Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man. I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never
do it again. But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch his still while he went into town to vote.

It was up there on the mountain where the map said it would be. Friends let me tell you one thing though, it wasn't no ordinary still. It stood up that mountainside like...like a huge golden opal.

God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin', God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man, But, temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash...(Washew!...whoa...) That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like honeydew vine water, and I took another slash. Took another and another and another. 'Fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that sh*t and commenced to get hot flashes.

Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before, It's like, like I was in love...

('Why don't we have a little love Mike')

In love for the first time, with anything that moved...animate, inanimate it didn't matter. It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my brain sayin, 'Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'...' 'Cause I was drunk.

Now I wasn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin', commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man; And that's when I first saw the bear.

He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. It hung him up. He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear, but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man. It hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. It hung him up.

So I approached him and I said, 'Mr. Bear, I love every hair on your
27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on the other side of the hill. There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear, Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. You tell 'em I love each and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister...but if they give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of 'em off the hill.'

He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think. Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious, well hell, I approached him again. I said, 'Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both beasts when it comes right down to it. So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy Bear.' So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw and I led him over to the still. Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin' somethin' good. I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it upright, (looked like one of them damn bears in the circus sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight.) I gave him another and another and another 'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced to do the 'bear dance.' Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn and a grunt...and it was so
simple like the jitterbug it plumb evaded me.

And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down, went to sleep, slept for four hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin' on the clear cool evenin'. And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens...And my buddy the bear was a' missin'...Yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors, so was that still.

'That's a take. Wait, could uh...you missed it?'