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This is unexpected... like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.

If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.

The vine bears three kinds of grapes: the first of pleasure, the second of intoxication, the third of disgust.

Apples, grapes... any kind of fruit gives me the energy I need to get through my busy day.

My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. 'Cause, you know, if you have a crappy apple or a peach, you're stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem - just move on to the next. 'Grapes: The Fruit of Hope.'

I bruise like a grape.

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

I love wines, except when I'm dieting.

You can be drinking the wine today, but picking the grapes tomorrow.

I'm being hypocritical because I have a Twitter, but I try to not talk about things like, 'Oh, I had a grapefruit this morning and it was delicious,' because, who cares?