tasted like cola and orange soda, but fruitier and colaier.
can was a mishmash of clowes drawings, those eyes on the guy were from a charles manson drawing. i think he also worked with charles burns on the campaign?
yeah it was fruity for sure, but I kind of liked the stuff, and I think it wasn't bad with some HRD vodka, but at that point in time I'd drink just about anything with some HRD vodka in it...
OK, I think it's coming back to me. And oh yeah...Surge. I also remember some soda pop (take that, Graham) they promoted at my middle school that had some kind of jaguar imagery on the label. Like, maybe it was purporting to be from South America? And maybe had a strange natural sweetening agent that was only found in the Amazon? Anybody? No?
The Amazonian soda was called Josta. The key ingredient was guarana, for energy. One time, I won of a case of it when I was 8 or 9 for winning a game of musical chairs during the halftime of a University of Portland soccer game. Awesome. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josta
I don't remember what it tasted like, but I remember that the can looked enough like a Coors Light to get me pulled over on I-70 outside of Denver and get my car searched by the Colorado Sate Police.
@cat and beerd
This is the second post that you have mentioned your OK soda can. Im going to guess that you have it in a china cabinet next to your BNIB c3po and favorite garbage pail kids. Now hand it over.
can was a mishmash of clowes drawings, those eyes on the guy were from a charles manson drawing. i think he also worked with charles burns on the campaign?
Oh wait, you said soda.
Nevermind.
i'm sorry...
I still do the graveyard thing whenever I drink fountain drinks. I just wish there was a vodka spout next to 7-Up and Fanta.
I loved OK. Liked the commercials too; the music was good, as I recall.
This is the second post that you have mentioned your OK soda can. Im going to guess that you have it in a china cabinet next to your BNIB c3po and favorite garbage pail kids. Now hand it over.
Five cents. Just like every other returnable can in Oregon.
Oh, and those ads that promised you'd find a Mona Lisa in your attic? They lied, too.