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I didn't strain the red, just in case anybody wanted Prison Sangria. First we sampled the red prison wine. It was sour, but certainly not terrible. And the good news was laughter it was definitely wine... like... ish. It laughter was surprisingly dry. All the sugar was gone. Then again, if you were sugar, would you have stayed in that shitty-ass garbage bag? We were all pleasantly surprised. Regarding Red Prison Wine Anthony: "I would drink this laughter in prison." Steve: "I would drink this in high school!" It was time for the white. Wine tasters refer to a wine's aroma as its "nose." This wine's nose was a rectum. If this wasn't wine, I had somehow stumbled upon the recipe for Prison Stink Bombs. Forget about drinking it, I was afraid of getting it on me. Through some miracle, it actually tasted nothing like it smelled. In fact, there was very little flavor other than sour, watery alcohol.
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