L is for lemon. When life gives you lemons, put 'em in a Southern, right? ;) mmm, lemony goodness. I assume calling a bad car a lemon either came from that first rip off car's colour, or maybe cos of the face you make if you bite a lemon. Either way, lemons come and go in life, be it lemons of the 'body crampage I'm not using these ovaries anyway can't you just rip 'em out I don't care if I grow a moustache variety'; or 'I'm not sure if there's an issue with me and the str8 guy but I keep hearing those rumours so now I'm going to have to have a confrontation' type. Of course, those don't make very good garnish--or lemonade for that matter. There are the 'can I count on people' lemons, and the 'customers are rude jerk' lemons, and the 'I need bar shifts but I have to have a life too' lemons, and the 'I'm old and tired' lemon, which is especially sour. But for all that, I just keep squeezing them into that big ol' shot of Southern, shaking it up, and enjoying the fruits of my labour....as it were....mmmm, Blanche....