Mountain Dew


As I sat in the corner, curled in the fetal position rocking back and forth, the tall voluptuous neon green siren beckoned me as beads of sweat trickled down her curvaceous frame.  Her eyes said, “You know you want me.” But my gut said, “No, I don’t.”  As I scrambled further up the corner, scratching my nails against the chalky, crumbling drywall, I screamed, “NO!!!  Leave me alone!!  You will never force me!”  The temptress leaned over and poured the contents of her plastic outline over me.  That was my end and my undoing.  The Mountain Dew in the refrigerator silenced my screams in one foul swoop.

Does this Green Monster have the same effect on you?