red bull[shit]
Okay, so I didn't ride the bike today as I proclaimed I would earlier. However, I was still productive! I did three loads of laundry, watched my beloved Yankees clobber Pedro and the Red Sox and then tinkered with the design of my blog. You like, yes?
Before folding my undies and crowing over the 11-1 beating suffered by Boston, I hauled ass over to the store to pick up the paper. Screw The New York Times, I'm all about the Daily News, especially since it resurrected its popular Scratch 'n Match game! Everyday this week I've seen pictures of people who've won prizes ranging from $100 to $1000. One lucky bastard can win $100K but so far, the grand prize has gone unclaimed. So off to the store I went. Mama needs several new pairs of shoes, a digital camera and to get Chase off her back, you see.
While I was there, I encountered a Red Bull display. I never tried it before but I've been meaning to. Several weeks ago, I was on my way to Dunkin Donuts around 11:30am. A man was pounding on the door of a liquor store next to the DD asking the clerk to let him in to buy a Red Bull. I couldn't hear the clerk's response but I think he told the would-be customer that he couldn't let him in before noon. The man shouted, "I just need a Red Bull. It ain't even alcoholic! Come on, let me in!" The clerk still refused. There were a few "fuck yous" yelled after that and a threat or two of severe bodily harm. While it was an ugly incident, I was intrigued by a beverage that would drive a normal-looking person to almost break down a door to beat a hapless clerk within an inch of his life just for denying him access.
So I bought one. Um, can I just say... EWWWWWWWW?!?! That shit sucks hairy ass. It tasted like cough medicine. Gross cough medicine at that. And contrary to what the ads claim, I didn't feel all that invigorated afterwards. Oh wait, no, that's not exactly true. I was quite animated in expressing my hatred of the evil that invaded my mouth and lingered like an unwelcome guest for hours afterwards.
Oh ye fans of Red Bull, kindly make your voices heard. Is it an acquired taste? Should I have mixed it with something to kill the taste, you know, like gasoline or something? Do tell.
Before folding my undies and crowing over the 11-1 beating suffered by Boston, I hauled ass over to the store to pick up the paper. Screw The New York Times, I'm all about the Daily News, especially since it resurrected its popular Scratch 'n Match game! Everyday this week I've seen pictures of people who've won prizes ranging from $100 to $1000. One lucky bastard can win $100K but so far, the grand prize has gone unclaimed. So off to the store I went. Mama needs several new pairs of shoes, a digital camera and to get Chase off her back, you see.
While I was there, I encountered a Red Bull display. I never tried it before but I've been meaning to. Several weeks ago, I was on my way to Dunkin Donuts around 11:30am. A man was pounding on the door of a liquor store next to the DD asking the clerk to let him in to buy a Red Bull. I couldn't hear the clerk's response but I think he told the would-be customer that he couldn't let him in before noon. The man shouted, "I just need a Red Bull. It ain't even alcoholic! Come on, let me in!" The clerk still refused. There were a few "fuck yous" yelled after that and a threat or two of severe bodily harm. While it was an ugly incident, I was intrigued by a beverage that would drive a normal-looking person to almost break down a door to beat a hapless clerk within an inch of his life just for denying him access.
So I bought one. Um, can I just say... EWWWWWWWW?!?! That shit sucks hairy ass. It tasted like cough medicine. Gross cough medicine at that. And contrary to what the ads claim, I didn't feel all that invigorated afterwards. Oh wait, no, that's not exactly true. I was quite animated in expressing my hatred of the evil that invaded my mouth and lingered like an unwelcome guest for hours afterwards.
Oh ye fans of Red Bull, kindly make your voices heard. Is it an acquired taste? Should I have mixed it with something to kill the taste, you know, like gasoline or something? Do tell.
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