At my ever decreasingly demanding job, I work in an office with a bunch of women. So naturally, to keep myself cheerful and awake, I literally have an IV drip of caffeine with me all day. However, due to budget cuts and my doctor telling me that there was too much caffeine (who knew that existed?) I was forced to resort to number two source of caffeine: Dr. Pepper.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love Dr. Pepper more than I love life itself. If my blood had to be a soda for me to live off of for the rest of my life, it would be Dr. Pepper. Dr. Pepper is the Apple to my Pie. The Communism to my China. The Ding to my Dong. The Jack to my Beanstalk.
Clearly, I love Dr. Pepper. But there is seriously something about it that is so addicting! I got one of my coworkers addicted too, from my constant enamoring of Dr. Pizzle. What's not to love though?!? Twenty three flavors of pure awesomeness?!?
Anyway, with my addiction and my coworkers addiction to the Dr., it is clear that the 23rd flavor must be meth. Or cocaine. Or Jesus. I don't really care because it's delicious!!!! In fact, I think I'll have another tomorrow!
PS. 10 points for everyone who got the innuendo! Twenty points for whoever got the outuendo!
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