Friday, August 16, 2013

Reading Ripples



The bottle you have chosen is a precocious little number that hints of vinyl car-seat leg sweat infused with the subtle nuances of Frito crumbs. The floor-al bouquet with notes of hippie sandal and paste wax may bring a tear to the eye. It pairs nicely with chicken or fish and is perfect partnered with ham that smells like fish. Drink romantically from a paramour’s shoe of this grape never stomped. Make Jello-shots or pour it on your cornflakes. Seriously it's yours now, we don't care if you brush your teeth with it or pour it in your radiator.

1 comment:

John Wiswell said...

I don't entirely understand this, but it's weird and great in its way. Tight and flighty and funny.