When, up front, you refuse to be two-faced and thus pretend to tolerate an unlikable, obnoxious wretched fucking scab of a bitch, they sometimes try to destroy your marriage. I reserve my reverence and admiration for those who deserve it, and I stand by my decision to alienate that repulsive cuss.
I took this photo in the late ’80s. Even though it’s a blurry Polaroid, this is definitely one of my all time favorite images. It really takes me back.
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I found this site, bumwine.com, a number of years ago, and it gave me a great idea to have a bum wine tasting party. For over five years, I’ve been threatening to hold such a party.
I don’t know how widely known this is, but it turns out that a lot of these “wines” are produced by established, reputable wineries, but they don’t necessarily want you to know that. Night Train, for example, is a product of E. & J. Gallo Winery. The label on a bottle of Night Train makes no mention of Gallo. It shows as being produced by Night Train Limited.
I wanted that have little cards with the name of each wine on the table. It would have been fancy.
It turns out that a lot of these wines are no longer produced. See the email below that I received in 2018.
It seems that I had this idea a bit too late to actually hold such a party.
