I picked these delicious grapes as I wandered around my private vineyard, on the gentle, verdant slopes just beyond the stables of my stately and gracious chateau. It's harvest time and the fields are busy with my merry peasants who wave a cheery bonjour to me as I canter by on my snow white mare, Fartypants. No. No, really it's as wet as a herring's swimming costume and any grapes grown around here are treatable with a cream available from your local pharmacy.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
No. 27. Aping Grape Shapes
I picked these delicious grapes as I wandered around my private vineyard, on the gentle, verdant slopes just beyond the stables of my stately and gracious chateau. It's harvest time and the fields are busy with my merry peasants who wave a cheery bonjour to me as I canter by on my snow white mare, Fartypants. No. No, really it's as wet as a herring's swimming costume and any grapes grown around here are treatable with a cream available from your local pharmacy.
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