If you know me, you know that I love soda. I don't allow myself to drink these sugary drinks too often, maybe once or twice per week, max. We don't even keep them in the house. It's so good, it's like GUNS or something. (Just kidding. We don't keep those in the house, either.)
I was raised pretty much soda-free, aside from the summers of the 1970's, where my grandparents let me drink my fill of the brew called "Shasta". Ah, Shasta grape and black cherry still makes me fill loved.
However, the King of all Soda, I'm certain that you should agree, is Dr. Pepper.
It's a rare, vibrant elixir that I wish to quaff than most every other liquid. For me, it's better than beer, wine, coke, water and vinegar, combined. (Eww, that would taste BAD.)
"The Pepper" has a rich, sweet flavor that I imagine potions of healing in D&D would taste like.
Basically, when I drink Dr. Pepper, I look and act just like Machine does in today's strip... but louder. Really louder. Ask Sara, Jenn, Chris, Alan, Alicia, Denise, Bess, or anybody else who's worked closely with me over the years, they'll tell you.
This delightful anticipation is followed closely by a sugar-induced office-coma for the next 3 hours.
Which is why I don't drink the stuff very often.
- Daniel
