I am a fruitatarian. Yep, I like the fruit of the vine!
Could you mail me some of yours via USPS? I get the feeling that you like to stamp grapes.
And when she does, they don’t holler, just let out a little wine.
I seed what you did there.
You grape punsters may have won this round, but at some point you will be concord.
Vat are talkin’ about?
Maybe we should stem the grape talk for a bit.
Oh, put a cork in it.
Okay, I’ll chill.
Let it breathe, too.
Good point, Beck–or so I’ve red.
Sommelier do, sommelier don’t.
If you can’t be with the wine you love, love the wine you’re with.
My ex wined a lot. Often, she did so while drinking margaritas.
Was she looking for a lost shaker of salt?
I don’t know, but at times, she whined so much that I wanted tequila. Thankfully, I never did kill her.
I M flaush with laughter.
Jo’se Cuervo, he is friend of mine.
Said Beck, to which she received a chorus of booze from the audience.
It was Cheers. I wanted to go where everybody knows my name.