I know you have some stupid fantasy about what a beautiful and well composed goddess I am in my day to day life but I’m here to burst that bubble. Some days are a little bit harder than others and a gal just wants to chill out with a beer and let a few belches rip. So enough with your stupid boner, I’m gonna crack open this ice cold tasty IPA and enjoy those carbonated bubbles sliding down my throat. And when those bubbles tickle my belly and I feel the urge to burp, I’m not gonna hold back. Because even though I may not be presenting myself as the perfect goddess that I am, I’m still better than you. Even when I’m acting like a slovenly pig, I’m infinitely more worthy than you could ever hope to be