Yesterday, while riding my trusty bike around the Union Square area, I stopped at a light. Next to me was a young guy on his bike, chatting with someone on his cell phone. I assume it was his live-in girlfriend, as he said this to her:"Yeah, thanks for picking that up, babe. But, why did you get the Pabst Blue Ribbon? It tastes like ass. Seriously."
Wondering how that guy knows what "ass" tastes like? And does all "ass" taste the same?
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