MUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
>>71902919
MUUUAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH THESTENCH
>>71902919
yes yes well fermented paul mason, well fermented
HOWEVER
THE FRENCH
INSPIRED
>>71902919
>yfw everytime he says muaaaaaaahh he's mentally undressing that chick and her uncomfortable look indicated she knows
KNOWN FOR ITS SEXCELLENCE
>>71904452
She doesn't do anything?
>>71904594
Nothing at all. Why would she though, she obviously wants his legendary D but his age is causing her some worry. What would her mother and father think if she came home with a guy as old as them? What would the neighbors say
Imagine being Orson in that ad and having to be all like "Muuuhaaaahhh, Paul Masson, you fuckin' fine, all delicious with your in-the-bottle fermentation and horrific faux-French monstrous taste. I would totally drink you, both in this advert and one for frozen peas." when all he really wants to do is drink another $500 Dom Perignon in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Orson and not only sit in that chair while the extra pours his disgusting California champagne in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing the suspicious-looking sediment building in it, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while he perfected that pour. Not only having to tolerate the monstrous fucking taste but Paul Masson's haughty attitude as everyone on set says it's VINTAGE DATED and DAMN, PAUL MASSON CHAMPAGNE TASTES LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and drink the disgusting fucking piss water contorting your palette into horrific flavours you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been drinking nothing but a healthy diet of Krug and Bollinger and later alleged moonshine for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Wisconsin. You've never even drunk anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the chemical contaminants in this mass produced sham pigswill as it's poured again and again for you, the extra smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in the "French excellence (for that is what they call it)", the excellence they worked so hard for with fermentation techniques in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could break a bottle and stab everyone in this room, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Orson Welles. You're drunk as fuck and don't know why the extra isn't doing anything. Just bear it. Slurr your lines and bear it.
BOURBON
MUUUAAAAAAHHHH THHHE FRIENDSandBane have always been celebrated for their MASKetta. Thereisaflightplan by CIA, called in with the aGENcy. It's filed on the plane and LIKEtheBEST flightplans, it lists me, maimen, and doctorpavelheer
>From the bottle it looked nothing. The Californian label, almost comic. Just a wine. Then suddenly, high above it, a fermentation. A single technique, hanging there, unwavering. Until vintage dating took over and sweetened it into a wine of such delight! This was no wine by a performing monkey! This was a wine I'd never tasted. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was tasted the wine of the French.
>>71904629
da faq man. you just pasted comment from youtube. What is wrong with you?
>>71904989
Nice
MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THE FREEEEEEEEEEEEEENCCCCHHHH
