The 100 Yellow Beers in 100 Different Places Challenge of 2012

Me and Betty go way back to the early evening she released me from the cabinet Chuck and Di kept me in; as she lifted my gimp hood and removed the bit I knew I was safe at last.

"F1," she said enigmatically. I responded that I'm not really a big motor sport fan; she snapped: "no, peasant...pants off and Eff One." Oh, I realized, this was another beast altogether.

As the weeks dragged into months we developed something of a more, if not completely, equal relationship as I taught Phil how to, finally, give this [then] septugenarian a PROPER orgasm (using nothing more than the spittle from one of her Corgis and the narrow end of a bottle of Bombay Gin.

{I should note, these memories stem from the peak of my use of powerful psychedelics.}

My first visit here chronicled at http://1pumplane.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/tap-and-barrel-swindon/ . However, if you do venture there, seek out Magda, six feet of eastern european heat...word-to-the-wise.