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You know, I see you looking at me, Coca Cola.
But it's not gonna happen.
Oh no. It's not.

You can't hear it, but in it's tiny little inanimate voice, the Coke just said, "Oh, it's on!" :)

It is *so* on. And that's because I'm stepping. I'm going to go drop little red cans off the roof and watch them explode.
Because that's how I roll.

That's probably the only good thing about the fact that there is no publically accessible soda in my building at work. Just juice. And some more juice. And some smoothies made with juice. And juice I brought from home. :)

mmmmm. Juice.
Does it have HFCS? And caffeine? And phosphoric acid? Maybe a hint of caramel coloring?
Because that would rock.

There might be some phosphoric acid in one of them. And caramel coloring in another.

JUICE FRANKENSTEIN.

The only reason there isn't a Coke in my tummy right now is that I don't have enough change to make $1.25 nor any bills smaller than a $10. I could walk to another building that has a change machine, but really, if I don't have it on me, I wasn't meant to have the Coke. And that's a good thing.

Yay for you!
Alas, mine are free and sitting in the fridge at work.
Because my boss wants me dead.

I had a Diet Coke. No HFCS...but plenty of Aspartame.

You're just trying to help the Dr. Pepper in my fridge win, aren't you? Tell them I'm on to their plan!

Just remember--the soda was never as into you as you were into it. It doesn't deserve your love!

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