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, its the nectar of the gods. Just looking at it in a crystal clear decanter fills me with an overwhelming sense of anticipation. When the stopper is removed and that gorgeous liquid is poured into my glass, I inhale the enchanting aroma, and Im lifted on the wings of ecstasy. It seems as though Im 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 Im transported into another world.

She continued, On the other hand, Port makes me fart.