With my foamy moustache of stout head, I wrapped my lips around pork and ham. It was a beautiful moment.
So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.
I just have to find that (un)lucky beer loving Black Country mon to propose to me. All for the beer of course!
I was only disappointed with the lack of old bush, but there’s always another night.
Don’t judge us. You know you would too.
I have to admit I didn’t immediately notice the nipple action. I was still salivating over the china dogs.