I woke up in Kennett Square yesterday. I tried to sober up by eating the cheese of a goat. I couldn't shake the people I was with. Blazered, appropriate types. The folks who know a thing or two about wine. I sniff the bouquet and tell them, "Mmm, I smell that it is wet, and alcoholic."
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"A Serenade From the Laughing Spaceman"
Drom Star Trek "Plato's Stepchildren"
Sung by Spock
Take care young ladies and value your wine.
Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime.
Deeply they'll swallow from your finest kegs,
Then swiftly be gone, leaving bitter dregs.
Ah, bitter dregs.
With smiling words and tender touch,
Man offers little and asks for so much.
He loves in the breathless excitement of night,
Then leaves with your treasure in cold morning light.
Ah, in cold morning light.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6tJQ05YJ58
Finnerton doll, That stuff is too good for you. You know this is what you prefer on a weeklong Saturday:
http://www.bumwine.com/
Well, maybe I'm just projecting.
bumwine!
yes, I've drained my museum of tiny liquors.
so bumwine it will be.
those rich HR wine sippers were a BORE.
now, leonard nimoy singing...that was something to put me off the sauce for good!
nah.
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