Subject: From the archives Re: 12 pack on ice
Date: Today at 4:19pm 
O2, you be my wife,
To you I owe my life.
I lie with you, cry without you,
Die should I not have you.
Steel bottle, you're so beautiful,
Youthful, slim and touchable,
Seductive, seducive and
Oh! Just so sensual.

Your slinkiness and hardness
And coolness alone,
Render me speechless,
Entirely in your thrall.
Let me breathe of your breath,
New lease on life, not ugly death,
To live again, be a man again,
You're my be-all and end-all.

Those taps and guages
Drive me wild with desire.
I must touch them and stroke them,
Like stoking a fire.
I'm burning and yearning
And hearing you calling,
Just seeing you there
Like lingerie falling.

O2! Please hold me,
Let me be bold with you.
We'll snuggle and cuddle,
Kill this monster a-borning.
It's not just chance meeting,
Or love so fleeting,
Thank you, O2,
I'll respect you in the morning

A cheap cover goes a long way to keeping the ice out of your controls