Who could have stood an agricultural society without the ability to get drunk or otherwise fucked up? ::shudder::

(weird ass confession time - I have always been terrified of sterotypical rowed vegetable gardens. From the time I was born. As in when I was less than one year old I cried - and the parental unit assures me it was a terrified scream rather than a whiney scream and mothers can tell- when any family member- even the most unliked sibling- ventured into the evil veggie garden they grew.)