Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Crushedpeartire wine

I think there's probably something absolutely elemental about the Mountain in the sour wine that congeals in little puddles on the pavement after you crush a wild pear under a car tire and let the fruit-and-rubber hybrid mess rot in the sun for about a week. Probably it's magical in some way. Or it'll be like honey, you know, where you can eat some that's grown locally and that'll help your allergies, only if you drink crushedpeartire wine you'll gain magically powerful influence over key people in your community. So come by my house if you want to try this stuff out, but make it fast! My dogs are at it as we speak, and the old one plans to run for mayor. God help us all.
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  1. Monsieur Lapin aka C. LoveAugust 6, 2009 at 4:20 PM

    For some reason, this makes me think about that Deanna Carter song, "Strawberry Wine," if the song had involved a meth user and the chick losing her virginity parked behind Wal-Mart.

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  2. Jared K. CushenAugust 7, 2009 at 10:57 AM

    That's pretty much the way I'd always imagined that song anyway.

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