[Poppy and That Stud Muffin she married are almost ready to serve dinner. The Stud Muffin is about to head down to the basement to get another bottle of wine. Poppy has poured the last two ounces of a wine she has never tasted ("Relentless" by Shafer--for God's sake, it sounds like a bottle of drugstore perfume) and is trying it.]
Poppy: Wow. You're right about this wine. It really does have balls.
TSMPM: Mmm hmm.
Poppy: I suppose that's really not the proper oenophilic lingo to use, is it? ... So let's just say that this wine tastes ... kind of wrinkled and hairy.
TSMPM: Gross! GROSS!
He starts to head down the basement stairs for another bottle, but then pops his head back through the door to add:
TSMPM: ... and it looks like walnuts.
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