Sunkist, more than just soda. It's orangy, sweet, tanginess is a way of life.
I remember my first Sunkist as though it were yesterday. At age 2 I was offered my first taste of the sweet nectar of the gods. Back when the logo looked like this:
And when its wonderous liquid first graced my taste buds, a love; no, a craving was born. Unfortunately, I forced to drink chocolate milk at my house, only to receive Sunkist at my grandparents' residence. I longed for those Sundays when I could go there and grab some ice cold orange soda, frothy from its week-long confinement.
A couple years later and the miracle occurred.
Sunkist, supplied in my very own household by the box full. Sun up to sunset, breakfast to dinner, gametime or anytime, Sunkist was mine. And I was its. Our love stretching far and wide. To put it simply:
Many a merry memory have I had with Sunkist by my side. Holidays with family, frolics with friends, or even just crashing at my house, my thirst for Sunkist has quite literally spanned the ages. Nearly every picture of me at my birthday, there is a Sunkist can or bottle somewhere near me.
Fueling body and mind better than any putrid Red Bull, I believe Sunkist supreme to all beverages.
Sunkist, the fun of alcohol without the drunken mishaps and follow-up hangover. Sunkist, a hundred times the flavor of cheap energy drinks without the crash and no midget size of 5-hour energy (which is disgusting by the way). Sunkist, the best drink since sliced bread.
Give me about 5 minutes and I could down that, look at you angrily and reply, "Keep em' coming asswipe"
A new awesomely Jamaican/Hood/Retro logo and the Sunkist keeps on flowing.
May the Sunkist empire continue for centuries to come, I will continue to chug the orangy goodness till I'm placed in a grave with a Sunkist can headstone. Because Sunkist and KA1Z3R, are truly a match made in heaven.