That does promote some fascinating mental images. However, as a happily-married man, I would perhaps settle for sharing with that young lady a fine, cold Pilsen lager. In her navel.
“as a happily-married man,”
I’m with you. See my tagline. Fortunately, she does let this old dog run to the end of the chain and bark occasionally... even if it is only at a picture or television screen.
My mom did me the biggest favor the one time she got to meet CDBear. I mouthed off something about the Cowboys cheerleaders back in the good old days when they were good enough to play games in December/January. CDBear looked at mom and asked, “Do they ever quit?” Mom told her, “If he ever quits looking, check him, he’s dead.” So, I’m allowed to **discreetly** glance occasionally, and howl from my virtual porch. I learned a long time ago where I belong and I’m happy to be allowed to spend (most) nights on the bed and not the couch or under the front porch.
And if that girl can drink a beer from her navel, I wanna watch. BWAHAHAHA