An all-expenses-paid trip to the Guinness

An all-expenses-paid trip to the Guinness Brewery in Dublin? All he had to do was finish a 4-pack in under 4

minutes. He popped the first one and listened to the nitrogen blast out of the widget with a hiss. This was going to be

spectacular! It was probably a high from the nitrogen, but he KNEW that he was going to make a big impression on the crowd after

walking seductively to the center of the stage in stilettos and long johns. When he started to play the Macarena on the harmonica, there was not a dry eye in the house. He

played for hours until the crowd had cried out their last tears. His minions were busy mopping up those tears from the floor. They would come in handy later. But as for now,

they were making the dance floor slippery. For hours now he was hoping to recreate the dance scene from "Love At First Bite", or Glee, or some other way to show a man you like his

elbow patches. What a mature and sexy item they are. Elbow patches scream professor, not the British type, but the Animal House Donald Sutherland type, kinky hair, lazy, and

a penchant for teenage microbiology students. I can't lie, the thought of him marking my essay whilst casually whipping my rump with a microscope drives me nuts. Earlier that day I

tried to put my English teacher into that erotic daydream of mine, but it didn't work as well. No, it had to be the scientist. He got my blood to burning.