As i was walking past an upmarket booze store in the super cool part of the city today, i had to stop and catch my breath. The whole window was filled with a display of Louis Roederer champagne. That is like waving a big, juicy flange in front of someone in sex addiction therapy. So, so tempting.
Let me put that in Logophile language: It was like all of your favourite porn right in front of you and probably Bridget the Midget or Mia Bangg offering to suck you off and do whatever else your depraved mind came up with on demand for as long as you wanted it to continue.
I think i was probably hyperventilating just a little and i had a tingling in my groinal region. My god. That was pure sex i tell you. Pure sex.
