Yoga. Bunny. Detox. Liquid Psychiatry. No nasties. My soft drink promises an awful lot. Perhaps I've discovered some sort of miracle beverage? Made from the sweat of yogis, infused with pure bunny, guaranteed to drive all toxins from your body on contact. I prepare myself, take a small sip, and discover a whole new flavor that can only be described as... ginger ale?

Being on a roll may a good thing for some of us, but for a lobster, it’s just the final affront. It’s bad enough being boiled alive, but then they go and bury you in a sea of mayonnaise and serve you up on a bun.