When I was a tea nageur I swam in orange pekoe.
I look up to milkmen. They’re borne litres.
The leaders of the Prohibition movement were eventually arrested and charged for gin-ocide.
Ancient Romans considered vomitoriums a good place to un-wine.
If you’re crazy enough to do research on apple juice, I’d urge you to recon cider.
When I tell the barista they got my order wrong, I get missed-tea eyed.
The people of Sommelier are wine-ing about the War on Terroir. They’ve reached a new Merlot. Personally, I no grigio with them: it’s just sour grapes, with no rhyme or Riesling. What’s the Gewürtz that can happen?
Coffee doesn’t make you fat. Unless you add widener.
I ordered a small coke in Minnesota.
Forget Christian Grey. That Earl Grey is such a teas.