Good Morning Gentle Readers,
I have several wine racks, but they aren't anything like this, which gives an entirely new meaning to the term wine rack.
Rated PG-13 and inadvisable for those who presume a modicum of social decency.
If you can't figure out how the product works, go here.
For the record: TWC does not approve of the term rack to describe anything except a medieval torture device, half of a high-tech steering mechanism (rack and pinion), the antlers on a deer or elk, certain preparations of lamb, a triangular shaped device used to organize billiard balls prior to the break, a method of searching one's brain for elusive information, or (pay attention here) a method of siphoning off the fermented wine and leaving the yucky stuff behind.
The Wine Commonsewer
tip of the glass to my cousin Jason, a man who knows his way around a rack, er, I mean a Mac. No really, he does. TWC never shies away from name dropping, opting to live vicariously by other people's accomplishments, but it is true, Jason is the go-to guy when it comes to Macs. Swear on my momma's good name.