So my mother came to visit me three weekends ago, and while she was here she bought herself some beer: blue light. And when she left, her beer was still here: blue light.
Who drinks blue light?
I like beer. It's fine and dandy. And my palate isn't all that picky when it comes to beer, unlike red wine, over which I am highly selective. But blue light is monkey piss. And I am not a fan of monkey piss.
The last time my mother was here, she did the same thing. And this one lonely bottle of blue light sat in my fridge for about a year, till one night on my way out to a party I was strapped for cash and desperate enough to bring it, and in public at that, for a tasty beverage.
Blue light sucks. It