I have no excuse. The Sugar Free Red Bull has been calling my name and I have been answering. It calls me a Weak Ass Dirtbag and I have no ability to resist its call and buy a four-pack. It doesn’t leave my teeth feeling sugary and gritty, it gives me some much needed ZING! and it tastes like a Jolly Rancher. But, why does it have to cost so much and call me names and taste so good? I am powerless to her temptress ways.
September 18, 2007 @ 9:20 pm | Filed under Cuppa the Day | Permalink |
Mer Said,
September 19, 2007 @ 2:24 pm
Maybe you need to learn how to let the Red Bull give you rampaging heartburn like I did. It’s a much less appealing beverage when the very thought reminds you of that time when you were sure your esophagus was dissolving from the inside out. It’s impressive that a company has come up with a caffiene delivery system that’s more corrosive than coffee.
Mocha Said,
September 19, 2007 @ 3:59 pm
Ugh. Fine. I’ll quit that bitch.