The title of this post is a wonderful ballad by Joni Mitchell which compares her lover to a fine wine with which she would enjoy overindulgence!

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Over in "Phizzog", stales posted this:

Couple of beers short of a carton...

Beer comes in cases (as does wine) in this neck of the woods, and cigarettes came in cartons (10 packs of). We used to get cartons of milk with lunch at school and cases of pop (let's not start the soda/pop thread again) when it came in bottles... but I've never heard any other use of carton, have you?