That's it, Beaujolais Nouveau has arrived, we're going to talk about other things. It's good for some who can begin to relax. To read their diatribes on the net about this wine yet so delicious, (I speak from mine, others are disgusting), I worried a little for their health. True, it's not good to get excited like that is a blow to have hypertension. Y miss more than the Beaujolais Nouveau is the cause of an epidemic of heart attacks.
With Internet, people can now express their views on anything and everything. These millions of daily commentaries are for researchers in human science material of unparalleled richness to the understanding of human nature. When they have finished untangling all that, I still am afraid we are a bit disappointed with the results of their analysis. In the meantime what we can lose as time reading crap like.
Funny is this hatred that causes this drink yet so pleasant to drink (I mean mine). Why this wine crystallizes there so all the tensions? Because there is sugar?
Why this torrent of nonsense nasty spill by hordes of exuberant fragrance that seems to excite Beaujolais Nouveau as blood the shark?
Well, there are still some advocates (Who said lost?), For the festive side of the thing, it gives us a unique opportunity to celebrate wine, even if not on top (except mine), it offers out accordions and costume grandfather's closet (when I think of all those wedding dresses that are rotting in closets, hot by moths, it puts me out of me!).
The problem is that our defenders, having the foolish risk to defend the Beaujolais Nouveau and the growers who do (baby, come see us talking about!) end times by a trick of style, "So yes, I tell you, the Beaujolais Nouveau is not THAT some shit!" and further, citing the thousands, not hundreds, not dozens, then?, either, but two or three growers who are THEM super scoops, go, four, for those whose love of the Beaujolais Nouveau frieze idolatry (excuse Honey, we are talking about, you can return to the kitchen). Gender exception that proves the rule broadly and part machine (Mr. Machin) and stuff (Mr. Trick), which may continue to do Bojo nouvo, the other outside, go to plant bananas along the Saone (RAM warming climate). Is that it will end become very sharp by this stuff. "- Hello, I come to the private party Beaujolais Nouveau. - The small room down the hall to the left." Fortunately there was support for the RVF Beaujolais Nouveau (the bulk of the battalion I mean), moreover it would be good to go put a comment on their site to comfort the tasters because they have the seem to have drooled with 2010.
Otherwise, I got some feedback on my Bojo, like "Great, it seems not Beaujolais Nouveau! and I said "thank you for the compliment!" because it made me happy, or "I'm disappointed, we would not Beaujolais Nouveau. "and I said" thank you for the compliment! "because it made me happy, but not in the same way, if you know what I mean (because I see no ), while still a bit annoyed to have disturbed my companion in his idea of Beaujolais Nouveau. But in general, adding "but it's good anyway", and it relieves me I'm really pleased, but gladly a little tougher than I am unable to describe if you know what I mean, because I see it. Basically, I know very well what to make of all this, that 'was perhaps a bit forced line and it's true we may question the appropriateness of lipstick on a mouth naturally luscious. But if the emphasis with which Malraux declaimed his lyrics makes us smile today, it is provided reconsider the genius of his work? Malraux and Bojo, same fight! As love is a gypsy child, should this mean to cry wolf and claim his deportation? Like what any subject deserves a true reflection and any discussion about merit especially true if you know what I mean, because I see for once. Well, I leave you, I have lots of boxes to prepare and unfortunately it will not be alone.
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