[grey_whiskers]

Spoken like an admitted drunkard.
Away, you bottle-ale rascal.
Henry IV Part 2, 2.

Here, Kev, I'll see you and raise you one...

Falstaff: Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of sack finely.
Bardolph: With eggs, sir?
Falstaff: Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.

Merry Wives of Windsor Act III Scene 5

Cheers!

[Kevmo]

I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
The Tempest, 4. 1