How the mighty fall with such grace, grasping at the searing pain in their thigh; screaming face-down into the grassy pitch; lying still-as-death, completely immobilized by their opponent breathing a little bit too heavily on their neck as he ran by.
Such is the feeling of purchasing Sham Pain. Then taking home Sham Pain. Then drinking Sham Pain.
Everyone sees what you're doing. And they're judging you.
This is a bottom shelf wine for a bottom shelf kind of night.
Fake it 'til you make it! (it = drunk)
Purchase Sham Pain wherever corks are uncorked and free!