Female Dinner Guest: “Why yes, thank you, we’d love some wine –”
Male Dinner Guest: “– So long as you haven’t had the bottle in your ass, she means –”
Female Dinner Guest 2: “– Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It’s just, well…you understand…”
As long as it is bottled in the traditional style of this Rhone varietal.
Jessica Cutler: Well, you see, I didn’t have a corkscrew, so … I had to get that cork out somehow, didn’t I ?
Male Dinner Guest: That’s not what we meant by ‘put a cork in it’, bitch.
I hope she presented it a “great Aussie wine” and didn’t just say “Here’s something from down under”…
Male Dinner guest after the party: “Pssst, Jessica…here’s $50. Let’s see that wine trick.”
Male Dinner Guest: “Man, I never dreamed she could pull that off with a double mag bottle!”
It’s so depressing that, thanks to Queer Eye, Shiraz has become the new Merlot. I fucking hate Shiraz. It’s quite possibly the most vile of all red wine grapes, and I include in that the grape-jelly-inteded stuff they grow in New York, and the sunbaked leftovers that go into your average box wine. It’s like cabernet meets cool-aid with a dash of urine to taste. Godamned metrosexual bullshit. Being up Jessica Cutler’s ass might actually be an improvement to your average Shiraz.
OK, I crossed the line on that one, but you get my point.
I love him and it wounds me that he is so out of fashion. ,
Kayro: yes, and most people tend to expect home to be the center of the map. ,