(Un)Screwed

This evening while Jo was taking a shower and the other three of us were splitting our remaining two Bailey's shots into three cups (since Jo drank two!!!), we found that our unopened bottle of Barefoot's looked like someone had tried and failed to open it.
Well, we had an idea who was to blame...

When Jo emerged from the shower Stuart immediately began berating him. "If you're that desperate, drink something harder. Don't mess with that bitch wine."

Jo only gave him a superior smile and rubbed his now-hairless upper lip.

"It's okay. Those days are behind me because I'm Amish now."

This sent Grace into a convulsion of Elmo-giggles, and me running upstairs to get my laptop.


AND JUST NOW...
Stuart went into the bathroom with Jo. The next thing we heard was Jo, saying "...The Amish would not tolerate sexual immorality."


Grace: "Chasin' Bailey's with a taco."
Stuart: "Write that down!"