drinkin' mah wine makes me feel fine. gonna have me a holiday. . . . The clock strikes 5:30 and I'm out the door with a sonic boom. Went down to the much-heralded Trader Joe's in Manhattan. Grabbed a bottle of Goats Do Roam from the Republic of South Africa and some cheap shit. No, wait.
Everything at Trader Joe's is cheap shit. My mistake.
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Got a good ol' buzz on. The Goats Do Roam tastes nasty when it's warm. But chill it for a little while and DAMN! That shit's got some character.
Very spicy. Full-bodied. Dense. I'm feeling no pain right now. And I never get drunk off wine.
All I need is a rich man's daughter and my evening will be complete.