Piwko Tesco is so hot. Never in the history of shopping has there been a hotter beverage. It is more than a drink to me, it is a person. It is a little tease but it's basically my wife. The manufacturers know what they did with that can of beer. The aesthetic paired with its demeanor make it such an attractive liquid. Nothing gets me going better than a punk rock metal can of beer. Every inch of it is so hot. Its thighs up to her midriff and its eyes. Every inch of it is perfection incarnate. I would save the Tesco and let it catch me just to feel the intimacy between us. I crave more than lustful fantasies with it, I seek deep romantic involvement. The craftsmanship of its character surpasses everything I expected from this thirst quencher. Its tone of voice and language choice formats its character. The choice of clothes with short shorts and the crop top which reveal its milky thighs and delectable midriff compliment its punk rock personality more. Piwko Tesco is my wife, and nothing dissuades me from this.