House wines are usually fairly cheap. If you reverse the words, wine house (ahem, Amy) is also cheap.
Here's the problem I ran into. I found a website with naked pictures of Amy Winehouse.
Fuck!
It's like having Pamela Anderson herself approach you and offer to perform unspeakable sexual acts with no commitment, even bringing along Angelina Jolie to complete a delicious threeway of trashy hotness and both of them insisting that condoms are for sailors. The only caveat is that you might happen to contract the life-threatening disease hepatitis(see below) and die a slow, painful, jaundiced death.
Them: "Hey, you get to see a naked woman!"
Me: "Oh, yeah? I like naked women. Let's see!"
Them: "It's Amy Winehouse."
Me: "Shit. I need to think this one over..."
Below: One might ask how a naked image of Amy Winehouse could even begin to be compared to hepatitis. My answer: have you actually seen this walking corpse? Seeing her naked would imminently plant an image in one's mind that could not be escaped. It would creep up when one least expected and drain out a little extra life force each time.
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