Isn’t it funny when you go out drinking with the guys and there is always that one “friend” who orders a Blue Moon.  If you look at him quizzically long enough, he will eventually take the orange out of the glass and grunt (with a voice just a touch deeper than normal) “fruit in your beer is for fags.”   The puzzled look should not go away though.  You should be very concerned while your “friend” enjoys every last drop of that creamy, pale wheat beer in the tall, phallic glass.