When I was about 17 I went out with some friends and got plastered. When I came home my dad confronted me and asked me if I had been drinking. I of course denied that I had. He then asked me that if that was the case why was a slurring my words and staggering? I replied: "I never stir my words or slagger." He couldn't help himself, he started to laugh then told me to go to bed. True story.
Ha! So did he let you sleep 'til noon, or get you up at the crack of dawn for some yard work?