Last night my girlfriend bathed in champagne bath oil. She climbed out all pink and shiny and I couldn't resist giving her hot little body a squeeze, but she went pop, shot from my arms and hit the ceiling!
I fancy bathing in red wine; a cheeky little Claret with a hint of blackcurrant although it would be more like marinating and I’d probably emerge looking like an enormous beetroot. Perhaps a well-crafted beer would more sensible.
For now, I’ll make do with a squirt of citrus washing-up liquid, and pretend it’s gin and lime!
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