Twenty one today! I demand to be served at the local moloko bar with me droogies (note to self: acquire droogies).
What do you mean "years"?!? You're telling me I'm only one three-hundred-and-sixty-fifth the way to drinking age? But I want to stagger about and have slobbering emotional outbursts now! Hmm? Oh, I suppose I do. Good point.
I know when I've had enough, barkeep.