sherryWines 23: THE DARK SIDE OF FINE DININ'

 
      soft spoken bubba baboon gingerly brushed the morning dew formed on a grape against her massive cheek
      the sky was a mess of grey-blue and peeking orange which illuminated the worthy patches of the vinyard
      looking wistfully into the distance, "it's time..." she commanded as a crane lifted her lumpenness into the council gritter
      bubba inhaled for what seemed like 20 whole seconds
      SEE HOW YOU LIKE THIS YOU SHERRYWINE KNOBHEADS!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
      LETS FUCKEN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
      SHERRYSWIIIIIIIIIIINE
      it was at this point where i couldnt help but intervene: fine ape, you interrupted my snooze;
      what are you doing in my garden and how did this rage come to be?
      FINE DINING RUINEUD MY LIFE
      whomst life has it not my friend
      THIS PATHETIC TOWN WILL BE SWIMMING IN MY GRITS
      be that as it may, you too shall not escape the 'brown salts' 
      I AM PREPARED TO BE BURIED IN BROWN. THERE WILL BE NOTHING BUT BROWN
      i have no retort to that
      INDEED  FUCKER
      no worries chocks away i say