That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 28, 2024

George spent the night in lockup after he was arrested for riding under the influence.

/// In the Inn, alcoholic drinks flowed,

then the time came for “one for the road.”

Stirrup Cup, (one last snort,

often sherry or port),

downed on horseback, and then off he rode.

The advantage of drunk riding over drunk driving is that the horse is still sober

Pierre liked to knock back a brewski before he picked up the brat from day care..

After leading a day of attacks/

Against Brits (whom they called “lobster backs”)/

Pierre liked to imbibe/

What the barkeeps prescribe:/

He claimed that it helped him relax.

Fredrick; attempting a record number of bar hoppings by not getting off his ride. Don’t worry, the horse knows the way home.

Is it a ride through pub?

One for the road for one on the road?

Actually, he’s drinking tea… with very fresh squeezed milk..

That’s a Sam Adams.

He started at noon.

Tailgating Before the Big Patriots Game

O no…Here comes ol’ Redcoat again…

Moments before the invention of the D.W.I.

Zorro has a drink while he waits for Bernardo to finish laundering his black suit and cape.

Dexter was an upper-class writ and despised among the pub masters. And seldom tipped as he tippled. He liked the home-brewed stout, but toward evening he could barely taste the difference when he was served HORSE-brewed. (—

Lee Marvin in Cat Ballou?

Paul Revere? 1864? Is that what they’re teaching in history class these days?

Early fraternity hazing: You must go house to house on a whole street dressed as a redcoat collecting an alcohol tax.

See, curbside bar service doesn’t have to be dangerous…..as long as your “ride” has more horse-sense than you.

He looked good in his coat made of chiffon, But the battle was already foregone, Chances of winning were sunk, He was drunk as a skunk, And so was the horse he rode in on.

I thought it was, “Whiskey for my men and beer or my horses”

“So, one if by sea, or was it one if by land, or….hmmm, oh, hell, make it six, and make them tall ones.”

“There’s some good low-hanging branches down the road.”

His trusty steed is thinking.

“I can knock this stupid sot right on his toad.

He’ll blame it on his drinking.”

Okay, one more brandy no ice and I’m off to the fox-sh (hic) hunch…..

“Fill to me the parting glass, and drink a toast what ’er befall”

“Forgive me, sirrah. I seem to have left my wallet in my other horse. Put it on my tab?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Frazer, but Claire would string me up if I now let you drink and drive!”

When was Paul Revere was in France? This was most likely one of the three musketeers

Great. Now he’ll just have to stop and pee.

Water? Wine? Ale?

The Stirrup Cup: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

“Category:Drinking in paintings” Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string Stirrup, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly A6 paper size, oil on panel painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3278 (February 28, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .jpg from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 5 works by him have been used here, the July 2, 2020, strip being the prior.

Another College homecoming contest that has been discontinued for obvious reasons.

Not enough college students know how to ride a horse.

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, makes him want to holler hi-di-ho!

Just a wee deoch an doris

For Thursday:

When Orpheus smote his lyre/

To delight a small woodland choir/

He forgot his attire/

Had been left in the dryer/

But Eurydice’s pants caught fire..///

This is a very rare portrait of Dennis Moore, on his horse Concorde, just before he goes galloping through the sward.