Wine pong was rough. This post is a result of it. Actually none of the under $5 wines were even quaffable, much less drinkable, and not even close to enjoyable. While there were still two people there when I left, I didn't feel like being the third wheel. I never understood that expression. shouldn't it be fifth wheel as cars have 4?
Lesson learned: don't buy wine at the Grocery Outlet for anything other than wing pong, as there's as reason it's $4 a bottle. It didn't sell because it tastes like feces.
Edit: I think the expression actually comes from electric trains, subways, metros, whatever one wants to call them.
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