On the way back to the office from my lunchtime slumbers — taking a nap on my deck, back at my house — I stopped off at the Hy-Vee Gas to get a 20. Continuing to overdo the “overcompensation macho man” theme of the week brought on by my voluntary watching of The Girl in the Cafe on Sunday night, I refused to buy a Diet Coke, lest I be seen as less macho for drinking a girly ass drink like that. No sir.
So I went with the Coke Zero. And I gotta tell ya.
Its so good when it hits your lips!!
Seriously! Its good stuff!

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