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A wealthy playboy met a beautiful young girl in an exclusive
lounge. He took her to his lavish apartment, where he soon
discovered she was actually well groomed and apparently very
intelligent. Hoping to get intimate with her, he began
showing her his collection of expensive paintings, first
editions by famous authors, and offered her a glass of wine.
He asked whether she preferred Port or Sherry and she said,
"Oh, Sherry, by all means. To me, it's the nectar of the
gods. Just looking at it in a crystal clear decanter fills me
with a glorious sense of anticipation. When the stopper is
removed and the gorgeous liquid is poured into my glass, I
inhale the enchanting aroma, and I'm lifted on the wings of
ecstasy. It seems as though I'm about to drink a magic potion
and my whole being begins to glow. The sound of a thousand
violins being softly played fills my ears and I'm transported
into another world."
She continued, "On the other hand, Port makes me fart."
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