The Baseball Chick

More specifically, I hate fruit in beer.  Limes, oranges, whatever.  If you’re saying, “Hey, what’s wrong with putting a fruit in your beer?”  Well then sir, you are gayer than Billy Beane.  Don’t fight it, just accept it and be proud.  Give me a call, perhaps we can go jean shopping together sometime.  However, nothing chaps my ass like sitting at a bar, watching the game and overhearing some dude complain about the missing orange in his stupid Hefeweizen.  If you still find nothing wrong with this and you are not gay, then I have a solution:  Lean forward until your face is touching the computer monitor.  Then beat your head repeatedly against the screen until you die.