California chablis ... or is it?
So, Judge Parker, emeritus, and his trophy wife have crashed the wedding cruise of Judge Parker, Jr and his stone-cold-NSA-killing-machine fiancée, April (it's a long story, filled with lies and throwing people overboard). Lots of fun is being had by all, as the senior judge is trying to turn his mega-best-seller into a screenplay while being told his characters are dull by the hired help. You can ignore (though I'm certainly not) the ominous entrance of the Harrisons (she's the "hack reviewer" who panned the judge's latest book, so sparks will certainly fly). Instead, focus on that wine.
I think Sam and Abbey must be the world's worst vintners.
Labels: humor
1 Comments:
At least the waiterperson has taken pity on the womenfolk and given them half-measure of whatever that vile-looking stuff is. Blackcurrant cordial, perhaps.
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