Meet my new best friend, Box o' Wine.
Mr. C. brought this home yesterday and shortly after my head exploded. But that just means that since I don't have a tongue (remember, head went boom) I can pour it straight down my throat and strangely enough it's still satisfying. And I don't have to deal with the cardboard aftertaste.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
This is what my life has come to
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Oh, I know the box wine well...
http://coolzebras.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-mouth-of-miss-m.html
Welcome to the darkside!
consider this an intervention
Hey, it's a green product. What's not to like? ('Tho I confess to finding "old vine" counter to cardboard box.)
Boxed wine is a gateway drug. Next you'll be drinking aftershave.
Is it good? It says old vine and 2004, but it seems to be in a big box.
see! Mr. C took my advice!
Equal to four bottles! That's looking on the bright side.
Watch out. That best friend of yours might make you do some crazy things!
hehe. At least it's green.
At least there's plenty there to keep you sane...I mean soused...I mean occupied...well, you know what I mean. Hehe.
And it's so much more convenient (and cheap) than picking up a bottle on the way home. Trust me, you'll learn to love it, I do from the bottom of your cold black heart. It makes me happy.
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