Posts tagged ‘red wine’
I am not, by any means, a wino. I don’t care to smell it, I don’t want to open up the bouquet, and I am not interested in tasting thimble-fulls and discussing the smoky oats of musty vagina and primrose.
I drink to get drunk, to compete, and to finally feel a shred of emotion. I don’t drink because I like the taste of alcohol. So, its probably unsurprising to you that I don’t like red wine. If I must drink it, I always try and drink white. And no, that isn’t racism its just common sense. Every time I drink red wine, one of the following outcomes occurs:
I cry about something stupid and meaningless. Red wine reverts me into the angsty pre-teen that jerked off 7 times a day and hated how unfair it was that he had to share a room with his sister, who constantly grossed him out by shooting water out of her vagina.
I get really self-conscious about the fact that my teeth resemble Ronald Mcdonald’s after he just got done S‘ing Grimaces’ D.
I get angry about something stupid and meaningless. Ask anyone who knows me- my emotions are pretty much even keel. It is almost impossible to get a rise out of me or piss me off. Red wine brings out my feminine side, and by feminine I mean that Read more…
We started out the night innocently enough at Freck’s house where he turned us into steak and potato hoes by cooking a delicious meal. Which I guess you cannot eat without Red wine according to some.
I personally believe in drinking vodka with every meal, call me a traditionalist.
Shindia (thats shitshow+india), Frecks (thats freckles + pecs) , and I decided to go out. Whilst driving past the West Village, Shindia gets it into his mind to go to Pieces so he all but jumps out of the moving cab. Read more…