Cold Beer.

[Lostmeringtopaddypower]

Is there anything like it on a friday afternoon?

The "ssshhhh" on opening the bottle. The smell of hops and barley oozing out of her.
You put her to your lips and she releases every drop of nectar she conceals.

And then the luscious re-sounding belch that a polite person can make only on their own in the comfort of their own homes.

It's good to be a man. A polite man, that is.

 

[Mr.Mister]

Looking forward to my few beers later on

 

[drokkr]

fucking love the stuff, some thirst up on me now...

 

[i_didnt_do_nawtin]

Belching is all part of the tasting process. If someone gets offended then they're amateurs.

 

[steve sanders]

as perviously detailed, we are afforded free beers in the office on friday evenings from 5pm. however the whoresome receptionist who is in charge of the ordering got in a strop over people not putting things in the dishwasher.

as a result of this she did NOT order beer this week meaning what we have come to accept a basic right, rather than a privilege, has been denied us.

i am upset about this situation.

i am also unable to belch and burp.

 

[Lostmeringtopaddypower]

Belching is all part of the tasting process. If someone gets offended then they're amateurs.

When it comes to beer, I am no amateur, my friend.
I offer you my yellow liver as exhibit A.

 

[thegillabbeygowl]

I am having my christmas party in about 8 minutes.

Must behave and not show myself up in front of the managers.

 

[steve sanders]

i too love that smell when you open a cool bottle. is it acrid? that means its probably strong. dull and stale? its going to be weak. i love that first, careful sip, as you find out for certain what youre dealing with. that tingly feeling when you finish your first, knowing theres more waiting for you.

in bottles, in cans, in pint glasses. bars, house parties, street corners, in your own castle in front of the box. those occasional warm ones at the beach in summer. stolen beers from an absent friend. that first beer as you come down from being stoned when you can taste every subtlety. friday night beers after a week working that you just plain know you deserve. celebratory beers, conciliatory beers. first beers, last beers.

acquire the taste, acquire the lifestyle. why i might just have a sneaky one now.

 

[HannibalBarca]

soon ...

soon my pretty ...

you will be mine ...

* swivels around if black leather chair and strokes liver *

 

[Lostmeringtopaddypower]

as perviously detailed, we are afforded free beers in the office on friday evenings from 5pm. however the whoresome receptionist who is in charge of the ordering got in a strop over people not putting things in the dishwasher.

as a result of this she did NOT order beer this week meaning what we have come to accept a basic right, rather than a privilege, has been denied us.

i am upset about this situation.

i am also unable to belch and burp.

There is only one sort of revenge for this, steve.
You must visit a great many hetero, gay and bisexual pornographic internet sites tonight and offer her email address to their mailing lists.

That'll learn the dreary harlot.

Well, it mightn't - but she defo needs to be punished.

What a fucking cruel bitch.