by Neoteny on Mon Oct 08, 2012 8:49 am
So I recently had my runner, Chiffon, stop and pick up a vintage Barbaresco to give as reward for my son-in law's fine polo season this year. I'll give you three guesses as to what year he procured. Nevermind, because I know you all can guess on the first try. A '95! What a fool. I had him march back to Italy and apologize to the merchant for his ignorance, and, get this, told him to donate that mediocre vintage to the local panhandler!
Ah ha ha ha! God, it's so difficult finding help these days!
Napoleon Ier wrote:You people need to grow up to be honest.