The Drinker, the Thinker, and the Stinker

Liz: What was last time, young chompsie? You know, I couldn't tell you. The drinker, the thinker, the stinker. That's what I used to say when I was going out there. It's always good when you can figure out a rhyme. Doing no thinking. No, that's certainly spent a lot of years in my life doing that. After a long day as a project manager, when I get off and I hit the fucking that like home workout weightlifting thing in the mirror. Oh, yeah. I open up my hello fresh. I FaceTime the boys and I open up a can of coers and I say