If Chateau Mouton Rothschild is the Alpha of the finest wines, then this improbable but exquisite Sex Wine And Chocolate Trio Whine motley collection must surely be the Omega of it all.
Prepared, and the full process has been captured and documented in B&W CCTV video for the love of the cuntry, it is a carefully blended and concocted mixture of Texan Dallas Midnight Cowboys physiotherapy oils refined in the fabled horse stables of Langkawi Island, statutory 15-year old extra virgin olive oil and kumquats ripened in Melaka AND 30% (but 67% would be nicer even if it over-sweetens the product) Native Rights Treasury Whine.
Forcefully distilled from musty and dusty sour bankrupt and forgotten grapes buried for 40 years in the super dry black burnt out and scorched earthy soil at the senile Halls of Academia McNuts, nurtured and immatured by obscure poet laureates whose equally obscure pedantic works few had heard of before, this old whine in new bottle has surfaced in a chained set of yet again three bottles under the brainwashing, brain numbing and brain sapping Government sponsored House of BTN label, in boring brown, yeasty yellow and belching black which contradiction is evident from the pictures.
1 B&B BS WHINE
DO DRINK AS MUCH AS YOU CAN EVEN AS WE GO BROKE. WOULD YOU RATHER CRY OVER SPILT MILK? Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we go on enforced diet as ron97 petrol goes up by 20 cents to $2.70 which the sleeping pm enforced two years ago and was condemned then by the same Buntutsan & UMNO/BN as an evil decree by satan! Now, they are so quiet??!!
"Drink and Drive. We need the business." - Tow Truck Sign.
"The church is near, but the road is icy. The bar is far, but we will walk carefully." - Russian Proverb.
"You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline - it helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer." - Frank Zappa.
"'T’was a woman who drove me to drink, and I never had the courtesy to thank her for it." W.C. Fields.
"And you, madam, are ugly. But I shall be sober in the morning." - Winston Churchill, replying to Bessie Braddock who told him he was drunk