This happened a few years ago in Sevastopol. We sit at the Count's Port in a summer cocktail man 5 - we drink wine! The beauty! Here, a dirty, terribly smelly (not to say smelly) bombage runs down and says, "Girls, pour the vince to bread."

We say, “I’m not sorry, but the glass is not too much.”

Bohm: “Give someone your glass, I’m not a liar.”