Which Reminds Me

As per script: I praise God that I am not like these crude and vulgar wine drinkers who do not seem to recognize their own bondage and slavery to the creepily wicked wine growers of Northern California. The spirits of desecrated grapes glinting through their bombed eyeballs even as their trembling hands clutch the smelly goblet while they make such affected pretense of defying temperance movement when actually when we never said anything. They ought to know better but then again we already know that these grapes of wrath drunks are actually a mixed breed, not the true vine.