You've wandered into the wrong party. See if they have free beer. Your singing sounds distorted. The beer is too weak. Don't remember the words to the song.
Beer is just right.
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. Amid the pain of death, he suddenly smelled the magical aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.