Because I don't care for wine, I reject the whole concept of spitting (as opposed to swallowing) (which…this isn't that kind of site, you sick pigs). It's like, "Yes, I want the rather humiliating experience of sipping tiny little birdie-sized helpings of wine and filtering it through my teeth and trying to find notes of oak and cherries and king scrotum in it, but I'm not at all interested in attaining the requisite level of drunkenness that would make this behavior seem less awkward."
I thought it was timely since Sunday is fathers day. Happy day to all you dads out there, go play some golf and let those women folk make you a steak.
by the way, you can see my bookmarks at http://delicious.com/23skidoo