Bottle

Sipping on Sundays on a Monday.

And guess what? Man, I'm going to have Brian Fulford on because guess what? We're doing a new segment called Pass the Bottle.

And what we're going to do is pass the bottle around.

Everybody's talking about the game.

Doorway.

Bottles of that Rosé.

Smilin' like Dolce & Gabbana.

Yeah.

Very quickly.

I was messaging, I told you at some point after we'd finished A-Bottle on the court.

I'm like, dude, this fucking guy.

Then the girls were asking, hey, is everything cool? I'm like, oh my God.

They don't really want to see me reach far They don't want me drivin' on a police car Nobody can tell you

nothin' But my pussy wall make me tell you this Not fightin' with no knife, myself, and not fight with no fist You try to bring me down, you live without the precipice Me and you, they can't coexist, I'm gonna kill you With me lyrics, I want a pussy wall Friendship is like an uppercut from a nerve Bottle girl, we can get two drinks to the boot.

Hennessy and Red Bull, please.

Hennessy and Red Bull to

too keen, Brooklyn BK, HK, SK, OK

Let me play some dance and

music Dance and music Easy instructions Bottle girl, can we get two drinks in the booth, please? Can I see a rumble, please? Okay, okay, okay.

A serious thing is going on in Jamaica, you know,

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Gargantua and Pantagruel, Book 5, by François Rabelais, translated by Peter Antony Motteux and Sir Thomas Urquhart.

How we arrived at the Oracle of the Bottle.

Our glorious lantern lighting and directing us to heart's content, we at last arrived at the desired island where was the Oracle of the Bottle.

As soon as friend Panurge landed, he nimbly cut a caper with one leg for joy, and cried to Pantagruel, Now we are where we have wished ourselves long ago.

This is the place we've been seeking with such toil and labor.

He then made a compliment to our lantern, who desired us to be of good cheer, and not to be daunted or dismayed, whatever we might chance to see.

To come to the temple of the Holy Bottle, we were to go through a large vineyard, in which were all sorts of vines, as the Falernian, Malfauzian, the Muscadine, those of Tage, Bonne, Miraval, Orléans, Picardin, Arbois, Coussy, Anjou, Grave, Corsica, Viron, Nerac, and others.

This vineyard was formerly planted by the good Bacchus, with so great a blessing that it yields leaves, flowers, and fruit all the year round, like the orange trees at Siran.