Drinking wine causes clumsiness. So the best vessel to drink wine out of is one that's specifically engineered to be 1) extremely fragile, 2) easy to tip over. It's fucking retarded. Just look at that shit you couldn't design something worse if you tried.
Wine glasses need to be made out steel, with a wide bottom with lead weights in the bottom so they're more stable after the seventh glass of merlot.
The Witch Doctor !6W1Zpe4MCM double-posted this 9 years ago, 18 seconds later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#778,588
@778,581 (Postmortem !!Qe8ScDbX+)
The stem is to hold so that the heat from your hand does not heat up the wine.
Anonymous G replied with this 9 years ago, 3 hours later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#778,632
@778,587 (The Witch Doctor !6W1Zpe4MCM)
Sorry, Matt. Not TG.
Svet !jzYkdX7lIw joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 8 minutes later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#778,633
@778,588 (The Witch Doctor !6W1Zpe4MCM)
This is the truest answer. The same reason real beer clases have handles.
Meta (OP) replied with this 9 years ago, 17 minutes later, 1 day after the original post[^][v]#778,636
@previous (Svet !jzYkdX7lIw)
What the fuck is a beer clase?
chili dog !!81dzJNNYL joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 32 minutes later, 2 days after the original post[^][v]#778,640
Three bowls do I mix for the temperate: one to health, which they empty first; the second to love and pleasure; the third to sleep. When this bowl is drunk up, wise guests go home. The fourth bowl is ours no longer, but belongs to violence; the fifth to uproar; the sixth to drunken revel; the seventh to black eyes; the eighth is the policeman's; the ninth belongs to biliousness; and the tenth to madness and the hurling of furniture
Meta (OP) replied with this 9 years ago, 9 minutes later, 2 days after the original post[^][v]#778,641
Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast.
They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
I can attest to all of this. Wounds without cause, babbling, redness of eyes, heart uttering perverse things, beholding strange women. It's so true though! I will seek it yet again.
Sheila LaBoof replied with this 9 years ago, 18 minutes later, 2 days after the original post[^][v]#778,643
Stop touching my nips -- SPiderman
Svet !jzYkdX7lIw replied with this 9 years ago, 16 minutes later, 2 days after the original post[^][v]#778,645