I present to you the Citrus connoisseur. I used to love Mello Yello, in the sense of "I used to love staying awake late into the night and shaking like a hypercaffienated leaf on a sugar bender". I once drank four cans of that foul, astringent yellow-green stuff & spent the next hour-and-a-half jogging through East Campus until I burned off my overdose.