Today, I awoke a bit early. Before 7 on a Friday is kinda weird! But maybe its because I knew what was coming next: the true breakfast of champions. No, I'm not talking about calling up your favorite Wheaties cereal box heroes, I'm talking mutherfuckin' Power Malt.
The funny thing is, it's been sitting in my fridge forever. To be honest, I was somehow fearing the drink. Not sure why! Anyway, after a discussion last night with my benefactor and provider of said Power Malt, I decided it was time to bust it out.
It's pretty difficult to describe the taste. Take Raisin Bran, pulverize it, and add 10 spoons of sugar and you're starting to get there. It's strong, rich, syrup. Not the kind of thing you would want to give a seven-year-old. But the kind of thing that if a youngster found out about, they'd be downing it like no tomorrow. In essence, it's a healthy Beavis and Butthead drink. And the cool part is, everybody at work thinks I'm drinking beer.
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