Never underestimate the power of the prune.
First off, LOL at how aweswome this post is going to be.
How do I put this… My CfMAIL queue was quite long and needed to be cleared, my IP needed to be Flushed, I needed to flash my bottom-bios. I decided to employ the previously unknown wonders of Prune Juice.
Cool, I went to Isle 10 at Coles where I have been admiring the drinks as this is where I work, stacking drinks at Coles, when I’m not inserting screwdrivers lovingly into my palm.
I selected the popular favourite, Sunraysia Prune Juice in a hefty 1L bottle. Wow, check the colour of this shit. I thought, ooh well, it already looks digested, it must be good.
Now, a little background on me and Prune Juice. I will always treat “Prune Juice” as a proper noun from now on because it deserves capitalisation… Or as my previous typo said, much cooler CAPITALISATRON!
I always heard, especially in the geek circles, that nerds drink Prune Juice and the only thing that seperates a geek and a nerd is Mountain Dew vs Prune Juice and geeks actually get sex. I’ve always been open to the thought of Prune Juice but never actually tried it. I’m usually a big fan of trying new drinks as I don’t drink so it turns my attention to other fun drinks available on the market such as the fine, fine spice of Bundaberg Ginger Beer or if I’m feeling fat and sassy, I’ll drop an Agrum or Dos. But I digress.
I walked to the counter and purchased the Prune Juice and when I got outside, I took a sip. It was a bit bitter and, well, like liquid Prune and you could feel the power inside this mighty beverage. On the way home, I continued sipping and probably had half a glass worth before I stopped.
As soon as I entered the donga, (if you know what I mean) I poured myself a glass and sipped away, savouring the time before an aquired taste becomes aquired and you’re largely confused by the liquid in my mouth. Also called the Brighton Syndrome. (lol, too far maybe?)
The first glass went quite well and after watching more telly with Rosette, I quickly downed another glass and declared that the drink was growing on me (as apposed to IN me) and I quite liked the old P.J.
What happened next resulted in me having to take a day off work and knocking back an extra shift offered 36 hours after this drink. I am subtly putting that photo without explanation as I feel it doesn’t need much further explanation, but let’s just say this.
RESPECT THE PRUNE AND TAKE IT EASY! The hangover from this terrible triffid like fruit is worse than absynth and you’ll be praying for a hangover after it’s all over.
I hope you all enjoy the bmxsafari.org’s coverage of the BMX olympic events this Thursday. And remember, even supermodels poop.
lol too far, I spat Cosi! (if you know what I mean)
I take it you’re identifying as a geek in the decisive divide of Mountain Dew vs Prune Juice (proper noun accepted. notify the dictionair.)?