
I once met a guy who didn't adore me. He'd choose beer over me any time.
"I am nothing compared to beer, huh?"
"Let's face it, you are just not as bubbly as Stella Artois."
"I'm not even hot when I'm naked?"
"Actually, I prefer my Guinness cold."
"I couldn't even compete with beer if I stepped naked out of the shower with lickable water drops drying on my skin?"
"As long as you don't shower in Heineken... sorry."
Did I mention I do not drink alcohol at all?
It is just too much competition for me to enjoy it.
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