I drink wine because it makes me feel pretty inside.
This is dry. This evaporates. This makes me want to be a better man. I won’t become one, but I now feel like I could... — 3 days ago
Deep and filled with love. The kinda love that leaves you crying on your doorstep when you see her walking hand in hand with James Gould, knowing she’ll someday come to her senses and realize you were the one she wanted all along. Um, it’s good. — a month ago
It’s very light. Like helium. Slightly salty. It’s like wine and chips blended and mixed into a drink. Old Dutch ripple, plain and no additional flavour. — a month ago
It first hit my like a wrecking ball from 1983. Sour candy and red liquorice. As it opened, it was much better. It was more like a wine cooler from 1989. If I keep going, I’m hoping it gets me to the mid 90s....loved the mid-90s... — a month ago
There have been times in my life where I wondered what my own foot would taste like. Now I know. — a month ago
It’s sweet on the outset and finishes sour. I’m enjoying this date, but I’m doubtful that we’ll see each other again. It’s you, not me. — a month ago