Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve had some nasty things in my mouth from time to time. But few things were as rank as my first drink of Red Bull.
I’m all about better living through chemicals, from caffeine to alcohol and everything in between (as long as it’s legal of course, because our lawmakers know what is best for us). So you would think that Red Bull and I would be a match made in heaven.
Nothing could prepare me for my first swallow. It tasted like a cross between dust, pee, lemon Pledge, and despair. “This can’t be right,” I thought to myself. “This drink is everywhere. It HAS to taste good! Surely the people of American society wouldn’t drink something that tastes this bad, just because of clever marketing and a cool brand image!” So I tried again. This time, I thought I could also detect a hint of dishwashing soap, and fur.
I had heard that many of “the kids these days” are drinking Red Bull mixed with vodka. Thank God I didn’t put the vodka in the Red Bull before I tried it. That would have been vodka I could have never gotten back - a tragic loss.
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A friend of mine swears by Red Bull and vodka. I’m with you on the lemon Pledge connection. There’s just something off with this stuff.
I can find other ways to get my caffeine, thank you.
At the Arthur Murray we go to, the instructors drink some energy drink that I swear looks just like reanimator fluid. I think it’s Rock Star.
I used to juice before sparring class. Can’t tolerate it anymore.
Plus, yeah, it tastes like feet.
I’m a Full Throttle girl myself, but only when I absolutely have to do so.
Also, more posting, more posting!!! The Dong-a needs food….for thought.