Today I drank a Red Bull because I was thirsty and it was free. I'm not a huge fan. Mostly I think drinking Red Bull always tastes like drinking poison from the future. It's that weird metallic mix of -- I don't know -- roofies and Drakkar. There is something really "Terminator" about it.
I don't expect things labeled "energy drink" to actually provide any sort of change in temper, mood or activity level. I simply expect them to hasten death in ways we haven't found out how to pronounce yet. I was so wrong that I actually regret not having a term paper that I need to finish tonight.
Three hours later that stuff hit me in a can't-stop-dancing way, and sent me into a world where sentences don't have periods. I was so mad! That was so funny! Is it hot in here? I CAN FINALLY DO THE ROGER RABBIT! Waving mammoth leaves of collard greens like palm branches: Me, coconut bra girl, you loin cloth boy in aviators!
These were probably the optimal conditions to watch "Hot Tub Time Machine." Which we did.