“If I share your bottle of beer, I’ll take the left side.”
“Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer... If one of those bottles should happen to fall, there'd be how many bottles of beer on the wall?”
“I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer and shower sex.”
“Czech beer in bottles is the corpse of real beer in a glass coffin.”
“Hormones are nature's three bottles of beer.”
“What’ll it be?”“I’ll have a beer. Bottled. Not light.”“Careful there, Ty,” Jenna said as she popped the top off and slid the bottle to him. “Don’t want to put on too much weight, or you’ll have trouble holding your stick.”He grabbed the bottle and held it to his lips. “Never had any complaints about my abilities with my stick so far.”Jenna arched a brow. “And you’re here alone? With that charm? Shocking.”