
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.
Oh, I know the box wine well...
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Welcome to the darkside!
ReplyDeleteconsider this an intervention
ReplyDeleteHey, it's a green product. What's not to like? ('Tho I confess to finding "old vine" counter to cardboard box.)
ReplyDeleteBoxed wine is a gateway drug. Next you'll be drinking aftershave.
ReplyDeleteIs it good? It says old vine and 2004, but it seems to be in a big box.
ReplyDeletesee! Mr. C took my advice!
ReplyDeleteEqual to four bottles! That's looking on the bright side.
ReplyDeleteWatch out. That best friend of yours might make you do some crazy things!
hehe. At least it's green.
ReplyDeleteAt least there's plenty there to keep you sane...I mean soused...I mean occupied...well, you know what I mean. Hehe.
ReplyDeleteAnd 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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