Bar crab

Evil olive

Sex, ale, relaxes.

Party booby-trap.

Draw pub upward.
No wine den I won.
Flo, gin is a sin. I golf.

Red rum, sir, is murder.

Lager never even regal.

Sela Ward did draw ales.

Go free bar or a beer fog

Nay, Cognac can go cyan.

Was it a bar or a bat I saw?

Murder for a jar of red rum.
Tired rum, Bob? Murder it!

No pinot noir on Orion to nip on.

Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac.

Drawn one for pub . . . Ibuprofen onward.
Was raw tap ale not a reviver at one lap at Warsaw?