The inventor of Red Bull died the other day. Actually, he died five years ago but that stuff is the bomb.I don’t drink energy drinks because I don’t want them to interfere with the buzz from my 11 cups of coffee. Concentrated sugar and caffeine with enough kick to bring Michael Jackson back is the best way I can describe Red Bull, Monster, Rock Star, to name a few.

My favorite energy drink however, is not the one marketed to pimply 19 year olds pulling an all-nighter. No, it’s one called Five hour energy drink. This zip in a bottle is aimed at the dissatisfied yuppie whose having a mid-day crash at his dead end job. Not sure how amping up his heart rate makes him a better worker. Seems like it may have the opposite effect. Hey Hank. How was lunch? What’s with the automatic weapon? Here’s something I thought I’d never say. Maybe we do need a few more Starbucks.