So here's the story thus far for the uninitiated. Last year Vinny started selling Sangria on the beach. Now, when I say Sangria I mean his own special blend of moonshine. Well this year it's back and Dumbass LTD. (Vinny's parent Company) has a sales plan. First off he spent $140 on supplies, mostly liquor and fruit that he fermented in a cooler. Then, using recycled Aquafina bottles (who knows where they came from) he's charging $8 a pop and selling them. Now, I caught a whiff of the Sangria and right off the bat it burnt my Olfactory pathways and damaged my Limbic System, not to mention it took the paint right off of a lawn chair I've been restoring for the folks. As of last night Vinny has made $100 of his $140 dollars. He plans on going to Coney Island to sell his bitch's Brew, however, I eagerly await for him to try to sell his Sangria on the army base, hopefully invoking the wrath of Uncle Sam and ending Vinny's bootlegging business. When I confront him about his lack of a liquor license, vending license, and the possibility that his Sangria may blind and/or kill, he fills up his Coors Light Insulated bookbag with his Aquafina Sangria and hits the street ensuring me his Sangria is the finest in the land.
Keep checking back to hear about the foibles of the bootlegging business, because one can only guess how this will all pan out...
1 comment:
Yo, this shit makes me laugh everytime you write it. I think Vinny should call his sangria "Jim Jones' Special Kool Aid" with the tagline, "I aint gonna drink it first, cuz I gots to sell more!"
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