There’s nothing like a cold beer to whisk away the day’s troubles.

A cold beer and hot smoke — or maybe something a little stronger.

I’m not sure where we got the idea that steeping our brain in alcohol and choking it with drugs was a way to relax or escape our problems for a little while.

In times gone by, the Pope (and a lot of swindlers, too) would offer out “indulgences,” which was basically a coupon that allowed you to skip purgatory — and presumably go straight to the pearly gates.

But in my experience, indulgence only leads to one place: