That sort of wonderful logical thinking that only comes around the happily drunk stage, after the debris of everyday thinking has been melted away, but before absolute brain paralysis sets in. It can often be accompanied by emphatic verbalisation (especially when no-one else is there) and a forceful jab of the drinking vessel.
"You know what I reckon? I reckon if I shtopped ushing deodorant for a week, my body would automatically readjusht and I'd shtop needing it forever."

"Thatsh shome good six-beer philosophy there mate."
by Cubbs January 18, 2014
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