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."