Thirsty?

Sometimes, after a strenuous karate training, Kyle and I will split a Sierra Mist. There’s this recurring joke of sorts, where Kyle takes the second-to-last sip, hands the nearly-empty bottle to me, and asks, “Backwash?” So naturally, he usually gets the last sip as well.

Anyway, tonight we did the same thing, and then thought, “What if there was a soda that was nothing but…” and, well, the picture tells the rest.