I was handed a glass of what I was assured was the finest red wine in all the world.Tasted like a mud puddle and smelled like a horse pasture.“Earthy,” I was told.I figured the so-fist-i-kates were having a little fun with Flyover Boy (me). Or maybe it was just that the emperor was buck-naked. Again.
I was handed a glass of what I was assured was the finest red wine in all the world.Tasted like a mud puddle and smelled like a horse pasture.“Earthy,” I was told.I figured the so-fist-i-kates were having a little fun with Flyover Boy (me). Or maybe it was just that the emperor was buck-naked. Again.