(Sitting in the kitchen chatting it up with my mom this past weekend)
Me: I'm having a beer. Would you like something to drink?
Mom: Sure, I'll have a beer too. What kind do you have?
Me: Well, we have Bud Light, Bud, and Grolsch.
Mom: Yeah, I'll try that one.
Me: Grolsch?
Mom: Sure.
I open the green bottle of beer and hand it over. Mom proceeds to gulp down a healthy swig, then looks at me with big, surprised eyes as though I just poisoned her.
Me: What? The Grolsch?
Her: Gross!
Friday, September 10, 2004
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