"Story of my life" joke

One day, a couple of weeks ago, I was writing in my notebook the lament
"Warm beer and cold women, that's the story of my life."
A rather good looking chick sitting next to me noticed what I had written, and
replied, "That's really sad. I'll help you out. Come with me after class."
Naturally I did, and we went to her room.
It was one of the coldest bottles of Rolling Rock I ever had.