Stuff Poor People Like

Picture This:

Its been a hard day. You’ve been working your ass off leaning against that shovel doing repair work for your states local DOT. The stink of Marlboro Lights permeates from your mustache. You need refreshing. And fast. You hop in your 1986 Ford F-150 and rush back to the house you share with your brother and his wife, and your wife, and her mother.

You kick open the door, running straight for the fridge, pushing every cross-eyed, dirty diaper having kid out of your way. You finally make it! YES! YES! THAT F*CKING KOOL AID GUY IS GONNA BUST THROUGH MY WALL ANY SECOND NOW!!!!

Ahh. Yes, poor people and their love for Kool-Aid. It goes hand in hand, like liberals and fantasy. I feel like Kool-Aid is one of the most positive influences on the poor in my area. It brings a bit of cheer into an otherwise drab existence. You can’t quite afford Dr. Thunder. But you’re not quite poor enough to drink tap water (or wyler’s).

Its the one powdered flavored beverage that lets a poor person say hey, things are gonna get better. Way better.