"Arrr! Drinkin' grog be raisin' the risk o' gout fer all hands, but men be sufferin' doubly! Har har!"
2024-09-09
Avast ye landlubbers! Drinkin’ too much of the frothy brew or apple swill be givin’ ye a case o’ the gout, aye! Be warned, me hearty, for it hits the lads harder than the lasses! So, raise yer tankard wisely, lest ye be limpin’ like a scallywag!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round as I spin ye a yarn ‘bout the perils of quaffin’ the frothy brews! It seems that indulgin’ in the devil’s nectar, like beer and cider, be causin’ a right ruckus among the crew, puttin’ them at risk o’ the dreaded gout—aye, that painful affliction! Aye, both lords and lasses be feelin’ the sting, but it be the menfolk who suffer the brunt of this cursed curse.