| The Beverly. If you have ever been to the Coca-Cola Factory (Headquarters?), you might know about it. My tongue almost jumped out of my mouth in protest that I would allow such filth to enter my system. I had to wash it away with many helpings of Vanilla Coke afterward. For those of you wanting some sort of practical description...
It tastes like a poor combination of watered-down grapefruit juice, mixed with super bitter tea, and sprinkled with some of that powder medicine that no one enjoys taking. Coca-Cola, now serving for masochists. |