...jeg læser Jyllands-Postens vinanmeldelser.
"Laurbærblade med lakridsstøv, moreller og sur rødbedesaft i skøn forening", "Bark, muld, og våd skifersten samt en grønkrydret, pebret tone". En anden smager tilsyneladende af "blyantstift".
I'll be honest, Gamby. I've never had an ounce of respect for you. I just thought you were the lamest, dumbest person I'd ever met. Just somebody who was fuckin' *nothing*.