I like my women like I like my wine, twelve years old, in the basement, and locked up.
I like women how I like my hair dryer: locked in a closet most of the time and only being used to blow me dry.
I like my girls how I like my wine, 12 years locked in the basement.
I like my women like my coffee—ground up and frozen.
I like my girls like my file systems...
FAT and 16.