Thursday, June 19, 2008
I am drinking a Coca-Cola from the Messican store. It is made with delicious sugar, rather than evil satanic subsidized sirop of maize. I am having it on top of some fresh, tasty ice. Despite the fact that it is made with pure, wholesome produit du cane, it is still making the inside of my mouth taste as if something complicated died there, a very long time in the past.