A substance which pleasantly inebriates–and therefore renders one wobbly–ought not to be the most stain-producing substance in the world. If there were a god, and he were smart, he’d fix a problem like this on the first day his toy-world were set in motion.
And don’t give me any kind of shit about the Bible’s god being judgmental with regard to imbibation. His own son made a beeline for a carafe of water and turned it into hooch. “Look at this, guys, it’s a party!” It’s not as if turning water into lemonade were somehow less miraculous.