A tower of liquid, a cyclone of drink, guiding the flow to the edge of the brink.

The nickname for a Golden Raspberry, surprisingly receiving one on Saturday does not preclude one from receiving an Oscar on Sunday.

If I don't fit you must acquit! If I do shame on me.

I spun a yarn, an epic saga, a story told, though questionably able. Think of a cat and what they chase; I’ll accept either spelling, out of haste.

I am one word, but many meanings can be heard. I grace the neck of gents and I decorate pretty presents. Pointy sticks through the air I send, and I show respect with a forward bend.