Well just the first two really, a bottle of moscato won’t really get you drunk. More pleasantly befuddled. Actually that’s a great name for a wine, I would buy Pleasently Befuddled if I saw it on the shelf, double so if it had a midly confused looking woodland creature on the label. It’s my 48 hrs a fortnight with out the sproglings, or the brief window to lounge around with no pants, a bottle of wine and watch a movie with naughty words and the occasional boob… So let’s raise a glass to tipsy rabbits and bluebirds, swear words and the occasional glimpse of pink things… cheers… 

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