Joy in a can; the consumption of which allows me to forgo sleep as I write and write and write and write and write.
You can only imagine my excitement when discovered that it's available in a 24 oz can. The only thing that would be better - an easy to insert I.V.
Not surprisingly, the inventor (Russel Goldencloud Weiner) is the child of two herbalists from Las Vegas, Nevada (one of whom is a.k.a. Michael Savage). This is where I discovered both Rock Star Energy drink and that Las Vegas, besides being very loud with an overabundance of flashing lights, smells... strange.
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Jen, you and that damned brother of yours introduced me to the vile and addictive Rockstar in Chicago, and I never had the chance to thank you.
So thank you. I am buzzing on the shit.
Note that uncontrollable jaw clenching will occur if one ingests more than ten cans of this stuff in a twenty-four hour period.
Don't ask how I know this.
*looks at list of ingredients*
Dear God in heaven.
This is LEGAL?
For the time being,
Stock up before the authorities get wise.
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