…when it comes to yeasty eructations, powder river let ‘er buck, give it a rip dude…Budweiser, as it were, cannot hold a candle to a bottle of Australian Yellow Tail champagne when it comes to the belch-a-thon; Australians know about beer yes of course, but geez, what do Aussies know about champagne, for that matter what do I know about Aussies or champagne…well let’s find out…
…and speaking of which I just called my friend John and asked him if he was going out today would he be so kind as to pick me up a bottle (ok, ok, two bottles) of Yellow Tail – I refer to it as – crudely I know – kangaroo piss, and he said he’d be glad to do so and did I want orange juice to go with it to which I said no and he said, ‘No, that would be way too healthy.’
…from my 3rd floor aerie the other day I saw a woman in the parking lot, a woman I had seen a number of times and knew her slightly; as she walked beneath my window I called out to her, holding a bottle of Yellow Tail and two Ball canning jars cum champagne flutes aloft, hey you make do, I said, ‘Hey there, howz things going?’ She smiled and said fine and I said, ‘Want to join me in a bottle of kangaroo piss?’ For an answer I got a very puzzled look from her and a negative head shake as she walked away mumbling…
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