Friday Fictioneers Round 2
Damn, wine glasses keep getting bigger.
What used to be four is now two. And two, the equivalent of … six?
Math was never my thing.
But this wine …
One time I slipped into the basement of a winery. Oh boy, let me tell you …
They dragged me out a few days later, happy as Pepe LePew in a harem.
They pasted my picture around with a “do not allow” sign but you know, I’d do it again.