A sad tale

[Silly Sausage]

He grabbed me around my slender neck;
I could not call or scream.
He dragged me to his dingy room,
Where we could not be seen.
He tore away my flimsy wrap,
And took upon my form.
I was so cold, damp and scared,
While he was hot and warm.
His fervent lips he pressed to mine,
I gave him every drop.
He drained me of my very self,
I couldn't make him stop.
He made me what I am today;
That's why you find me here.







A broken bottle, thrown away,
That once was full of BEER!

 

[The Ghost]

Yeh I got a six pack all tins with a similar tale to tell in a while, but a bit more like he grabbed my buxom body style

 

[telectrix]

tins are for yanks and aussies who prefer the taste of freezing cold to the real taste of bottled or draught beer at 10degrees C.

 

[The Ghost]

Aha a beer lover eh ! I only drink guinness and the price of the bottled is double nearly, I always drink at room temperature. And I am English. One of the reasons I am not elegible to vote.

 

[telectrix]

bottles from supermarket are approx. half the pub price. no wonder pubs are closing down to be demolished and nursing homes built on the site. £600/week to look after a granny and no brewery to rip you off.