In a spirit of scientific interest* I tried the energy drink Demon, which tastes much the same as Mother. This can has a fake ‘Parental Advisory’ label, and a long blurb which begins “Stop sitting around with ya hand on it”. The warning label on the back says “also not for those who have never found their dads (sic) ’special’ mag collection.” It manages a hat-trick of self-abuse references with a list of extreme sports that concludes with “and anything else that tickles ya nads”. Are there any women out there dying of thirst?
Unbelieveably, it could be worse. Frucor (who also make V) produce an energy drink called Ink, designed to attract tattoo enthusiasts, Pacific Islanders and All Black hopefuls. The text on the back emphasises that a tattoo must be earned. Not, presumably, bought from the chiller section of a dairy.
In the States 7-11 markets an energy drink called Inked which comes in several flavours, including Chikara and Maori.
Apparently Chikara tastes of cranberry.
