why does beer like me so much? I feel as though I have been forthwright, told him i'm not interested in what his chilled chamber has to offer. He's so damn persistent. It must be me; beer must find all of this so fucking attractive, he is willing to wound his pride while in hot pursuit. Regardless, we made sweet, sweet, inter-species love last
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who's there at the end of a long weekend, to comfort you with it's foamy goodness? beer. who wraps their arms around your tummy and gives you a great big hug on the inside when you feel oh so bad on the outside? beer.
the pillows were too dry anyway.
leave beer alone.
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