Let me tell you how this madman operates.

He sits alone on a Saturday night while his girlfriend goes out because he's no fun... and a drag to be around.

He's also working on his SECOND BOTTLE OF WINE while he updates his seldom-seem online journal.

"What are we celebrating?"

"The six dollar price tag."

I keep envisioning myself pouring from this bottle at a classy dinner party.

"More shitty wine?" (Make sure that you hear that in your head with the increase in pitch and volume towards the end of the line.)

Good riddance.