Beer and Men

When I drink a beer it’s almost always a Budweiser, just as my friend once said, bud open it wider.

But every so often, I enjoy a Guinness, because that’s when Ken’s girth likes to be in us.

When Kyle and I have a corona, it’s always ends with some glass in my bona’.

White claws and Truleys in my heart tug a cord, because when Bruce and I get frisky a white cock truly gets gored.

Heineken beers really make Mark’s body shine within, it’s a god damn shame I can’t tongue is hind again.

But that’s  when I grab a nice cold busch, then I grab me a bear and let him give my balls a mush.

Once in a blue moon, I grab me a blue moon, to spike it, swipe it, to grab some unconscious coon dude poon.

Then I rinse away the memories with a nice refreshing coors light, go out to the bar, take a shit, don’t wipe, then convince my friend Ben, to eat me out, dap up, then call it a night.