So, Ive been thinking about this thread. Being lonely-ly married, I let my thoughts go too far. I took a slender cured English Beer bottle from the fridge, I gave her a comfortable spot and tried to woo her. It didn't take long before a saw the tale tale (tell tell?)...until i was told that she was getting exited...small drops of prespreation had formed on her shoulders and was beading down her back. I continued and soon I had her opening up. Then (not to get too graphic) I was tasting her, she was soo wet. I tasted her again and again. Time to make my move. Suddenly she yelled, "You're pissed!". A quick check ensured it was just a language barrier, nonetheless, it was too late. My own brew had shot me down. Luckily, there's a cute rice wine chillin' in the conner.
