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The best wines I’ve drunk in my coronavirus quarantine, so far
DerekJohnson
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Pretty funny stuff. Jeremy Schaap and Bledsoe getting sauced on vino and talking shit about Bellichek. Damon Huard makes some appearances as he was the third QB on the Patriots that season.
Bledsoe takes this wine shit seriously. He runs some serious smack on California wines. Schaap asks to compare various coaches and players to wines. Dude is quick witted.
And that Doubleback is goddamned delicious. Knocked back copious amounts of it and Leonetti at a charity event a few years back. Cuog knows how to turn good grape.
I like Boone's Farm best.
You just never know.
The world will never be the same
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Went to Vancouver. We weren’t drinking age in Redmond but were there. Right before the boarder my buddy gets spooked because I have yay and oxcy and I don’t remember. Snort some quick lines and eat the oxcy and cross the boarder. We apparently pick a Canadian holiday and can’t find a hotel so we park in an underground parking lot of some nice ass hotel. We get shitfaced and observe all Canadian women have ass for days. At this point we decide to find the street of whores and drugs. I find a guy to sell me some meth and shortly after that I brown out. Brown is not passing out but shit happens, a lot of shit, and life continues and you don’t remember shit. Apparently I ran across the street after scoring and my buddy can’t keep up.
I come back to reality and I’m in the precinct and the cop asks me to empty my pockets. I place a bag of meth on the table and realize I’m fucked. Cop asks what that is and I said I asked for some smoke thinking I was getting some weed and that’s what I get.
Cop takes that shit and puts it in his fucking pocket.
I get thrown in the drunk tank and next morning they release me. I have no fucking clue where I am and start walking towards what I believe to be where I came from. Catch a taxi and drive to down town and after 3-4 blocks we find the fucking hotel. I walk down and sure as shit there’s my buddy fucking passed out in his car.
We drive across the boarder and they stop us and take the bottle of bones that was for my mom.
I haven’t been to Canada since. Love that Canadian ass though. In a better state of mind I’d be sharing pictures but I was def a drug addict then.
My mom use to love her some Carlos rossi. Before I got back on my hustle, debts needed to be paid and actions forgiven, I had no money so id steal my parents get you fucked up meds and then fill my water with 3/4 Rossi and 1/4 juice and while we hung out in front of the house before we go to parties or drug houses, I would finish the Rossi.
This went on for awhile but never took more then a water bottle full as to not bring attention to me consuming moms feel good juice. She just thought she consumed more each night then she did.
CSB, I know.