“So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking”

I need some White Castle now. RIP, Mr. Gallo.

Incase you’re late to the party.

This is not just some stupid asshole getting druink on the intternet.

This is some stupid asshole getting drunk in honor of the late Ernest Gallo.

I’ll tell you one thnig, he didn’t make it to 97 by drinking this shit.

• I am officialy drunk.
• I actually kinda like T-bird
• In point of fact, this is not the first bottle off it that I’ve had
• In point of more fact, it’s either the 4t hor 5th, I’m not sure
• I am drunk.

Yeah, the label’s supposed to be red. That’s how old this shit is. The liquor store had ONE dusty bottle on the bottom shelf, underneath the Boone’s Farm.

My man Josh was asking for a bottle check, so here it is:

… for the extended intermission. Had to take the doggie out and deal with some, err… bathroom issues.

Still workin’ on this goddamn bottle. It’s fighting back, but I will prevail.

This stuff really does make you warm. And I’m not really tasting it anymore.

“The first drink with water, the second without water, the third like water.” - Spanish maxim

The aftertaste is tenacious, though.

Mexican leftovers and day-old donuts were, in hindsight, a poor choice.

I’m closing in on the halfway point. This stuff is HARSH. The “Serve Cold” on the label isn’t a suggestion; it’s a warning. But for this cause, one endures!

It’s funny how the Gallo website makes no mention of Thunderbird. They don’t even acknowledge Boone’s Farm. Shameful.

Polio-crippled Cockney pub rocker Ian Dury doing his song “Sweet Gene Vincent.”

Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender,
The beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine
And a black handkerchief?

I’ve drunk down to the top of the label. What, you thought I was going to use a GLASS?

Feeling alright, buzz hasn’t kicked in yet. Starting to think that the leftovers of last night’s Mexican food might not be a bad idea. I need SOMETHING to help manage the aftertaste.

…in the form of one of his blogrollees.

(the topic of conversation is midgets)
Mystery Blogger: She kinda looks like a 2/3rds scale deformed bowlegged salma hayek with small boobs.
Mystery Blogger: And I think she’s flirting with me.
Me: so would you?
Mystery Blogger: If I wasnt’ hitched………
Mystery Blogger: Damnit, I probably would.

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