“Wait, what?”
“That’s right man, just totally out of nowhere. It didn’t hurt or anything, but doubleyou-tee-eff, y’know?”
“No, not that. Did you say you were ‘riesling your own business’?”
“Yeah, totally. I wasn’t bugging the hombre at all. Don’t even know who dude was.”
“No. What does ‘riesling’ mean?”
“It’s a type of wine, bro. Like Radog Santa Lucia Highlands Riesling – one of my faves.”
“I know that riesling is a type of wine. I mean how you used it in that first sentence.”
“Oh, like, ‘The bicyclist went riesling down the cliff’?”
“I guess so, though that doesn’t really clarify anything.”
“It just means…riesling. You know. Like, ‘The horse was neither galloping nor cantering, but riesling.”
“OK, wow. This is becoming increasingly confusing.”
“Nah, bro, you definitely know what it means, maybe I’m just saying it weird. Riesling.”
“Riesling.”
“Riesling.”
“Riesling.”
“Yeah, that’s it. It’s just the gerund of the verb ‘to riesle.’”
“To riesle?”
“Yeah, like ‘Aw man, I would totally slackline with you guys today, but I’ve got to riesle my storm windows.’”
“Wow. Your examples are extremely malbec.”
“Wh-wh-wh-whaaaaaaaaat?”
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