More Wine

“Red wine stains your teeth when you over indulge,” said Gordon. 

“Late in the dinner party night, the punters can look possessed by the devil when their mouths turn black,” said Eve. 

“Too pissed and your eyes turn black too,” I said. “That’s possession.”

“But that is not all…” said Nick.

“I don’t remember that happening in the past?” I said.

“Red wine pooh, it makes the toilet paper look like gravely liquorice smeared across it,” said Owen.

“Who looks?” said Nick.

“I know I always do,” said Owen. “At my age you never know when your kidneys are going to pack it in.”

“That’s disgusting,” says Nick.

“My mother always told me to look for health reasons,” I said. “Floaters are good, apparently.”

“Floaters? Questioned Nick.

“Toothpaste consistency is what you want,” I said. “Amanda always spruiked, from when Daniel and I were little boys.”

But, the red wine pooh can be quite a shock, when you have a quick glance, black on the toilet tissue,” said Owen. “Because, black always means blood, and bleeding from the inside is never good.”

“I will never drink red wine again, I call out to the deity of pooh, when I have such proof of my mortality in my hand,” said Gordon.

“I AM SHITTING DEATH!,” yelled (ironically) drunk Owen “one might call out on a particularly bad day after a kidney spitting session.”

“But isn’t that all the time,” said Gordon.

“I know it is for me when I’m tonguing a goon bag,” screeched Eve.

 "And we all end up looking like ghouls, so easily," said Gordon.

"So easily," agreed Owen.

"More wine?" announced Eve. She swung two wine bottles around over the table looking for takers.