Horror in a Can

She had a mouthful of grape flavored soda. I could hear it fizzing against the fillings in her teeth. But the smell was the worst part, the unmistakably sickening stench of sugared fruit cultivated in a greenhouse formed of human breath, hot and tropical, like a candy-coated belch or a fructose infused fart.
Imagine, if you will, a corp of heavy artillery blasting endless cannonballs of congealed and rotten melons, apples, oranges, and pineapples into the innocent, fresh face of a single advancing soldier, and you may perhaps gain some idea of what it is like to interact at close quarters with someone drinking grape soda.

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[Gilbert]

Ever try hanging out at Gilroy during the Garlic Festival?

[DarkoV]

This grape soda drinker? She's not the secretary around whose desk you (ma)linger? Oh the price of unrequited office lust.