And Now For Something Completely Disgusting
There is such a thing as Whitesnake Wine..
Y’know, David Coverdale was already quite an unappetizing specimen 23 years ago, when he was running around in rock videos playing the weathered, sensitive loverman with a wild side. Oh yes, I remember that wild side so well. It was on constant display. “Sex! Sex! I am sexxxay! Look, I’m making out with Tawny Kitaen! See my tongue?!” I do not need my precious headspace scarred any further by contemplating “the spicy essence of sexy, slippery Snakeyness.” Also, it’s zinfandel.
And “hot tub jollies” sounds like something straight out of Bloom County.
I need something pretty to clear my mind of those highly upsetting images…
OK, I feel better.
