Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Power of My Pepsi.

I am not a gusher. I refuse to gush even when gushing is absolutely called for and everyone around me is oozing gush like no other. That’s why you need to accept what I’m about to tell you as the absolute indisputable truth, just like you did that whole lunar landing thing.

Diet Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream is the single best thing ever invented in the history of the world and I am including all the big ones, like life-saving vaccines, the wheel and divorce.

It is so good…scratch good… it is so marvelous…crap, scratch marvelous, too. (Think Sher. What word is big enough to describe the drink that has changed your life?)

Diet Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. In fact, it would be more accurately described as freaking Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!!!!

The very first drink you take is sort of like, “OK. There’s the Diet Pepsi. There’s the hint of sweet,” and then at the very moment you feel like bitch slapping PepsiCo for yanking your chain about the whole caramel thing, BAM! Bashful little caramel bursts forth and gives you a big smack on the tongue.

It’s like drinking a mischievous child.

I don’t even know what that means, “drinking a mischievous child”. Who says stuff like that?

People who drink Diet Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream, that’s who. That’s the power of the Pepsi. It has turned this perfectly normal obsessive-compulsive woman into a gushing two-liter addict who would sooner give up something that belongs to my husband than ever live one minute without my new reason for living.

And although I have not as yet completed my scientific studies regarding the accuracy of the following statement, I’m as convinced of it as Howard K. Stern is about the existence of the Methadone Fairy.

Diet Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream
will make your boobs bigger if you’re a woman, you’re penis bigger if you’re not, and if you drink enough of it every day AND you truly believe, there is a distinct possibility that you will manifest the power to fly.

Unless you drank so much that your boobs got really, really big. Then the weight of them would probably send you plummeting to Earth no matter how hard you flap your arms.

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Tidewaterbound said...

Um, I guess I'm going to have to go find some of that nectar of the Gods...

Smiles to ya,

Carol (Tide)

Anonymous said...

Just wanted to let you know I will be attending Toad Suck Daze this year, looking for Toad Suck Guy.
I'm sure to catch his eye.
Halter top, Daisy Dukes, and knee top(hog farmer)boots. You've been warned. (LOL)


Lizza said...

Wait just a second.

It makes boobs bigger?????

I have to see if we have that drink here. ;-)

Sher said...

Nectar of the Gods is right. It's so good I feel like I am doing something illegal when I drink it. (Bonus).

Arkansas Annie,
The gloves are off, girl. Toad Suck is already on my husband list.

Yes. Yes it does.

Diesel said...

I don't need anything to be bigger, and I oppose flying and other violations of the laws of physics. Also, it sounds nasty. I'm still recovering from trying vanilla coke. Gahhh.

Sher said...

Shhhhhh. Vanilla Coke isn't worthy to even be uttered in the same sentence with the Jazz.