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Wish List: Wine Lanyard

Ohboyohboyohboy!!

I don't really think I need to explain why I want this:



It leaves my hands free for mayhem!

The Wine Lanyard is officially replacing the "Bottle of Wine Glass" on my 2010 Christmas List. Take note, friends!




Unless they make a Bottle of Wine Glass Lanyard, that is!
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  1. AnonymousOctober 2, 2010 at 10:31 AM

    Okay, giving an SAT right now. Six clients sitting right in the next room. Trying not to snort really loudly. If Sacha doesn't get this for you, he's not the man I thought he was.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 2, 2010 at 11:06 AM

    or you can wear one of those hats that continuously feed wine into your month through a rubber hose...

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  3. AnonymousOctober 3, 2010 at 1:36 PM

    yes but...it's a man wearing it... what about women's morphology...wouldn't the glass rock?

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  4. AnonymousOctober 3, 2010 at 1:38 PM

    or would it get stuck between the...

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  5. Veronica MontebellucciOctober 13, 2010 at 8:22 AM

    Lucky for me, I have an ample bosom inherited from my grandmother in which I keep tissues, snacks and my cellular phone.

    I feel the wine lanyard would nuzzle nicely without too much commotion.

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