haha I stumbled across this little
beauty on the Internet today
come on rip it what are you thinking
press F down to pay respects just cuz
you F-ed up?  if you want to get bodied
allow me to bury you. You are the main
cause of mid-mission diarrhea ever sit
next to a guy in a Humvee going 60 miles
an hour in a dirt road while he's trying
to take a shit in an ammo can in a hundred
forty degree weather?
thanks rip it! the only reason you
relevant is because the US military
didn't want to dish out top dollar for
red bull. Your original flavors were
citrus-x and  power. Powers not even a flavor
it was red and it tastes like expired
children's cough syrup. The only place
your sold in the United States are
corner store bodegas in the hood and
dollar stores shelves at room
temperature. Drinking a Rip-it is a lot
like drinking a 40-ounce.
it's cool furnace nostalgic purposes but
if you're drinking it on the daily your
life is taking a turn for the worse.
Rip-it is the domestic violence of energy
drinks. it's the white wife beater with
yellow stains on i.t
you're a barbed wire tattoo. you're like
an incest kiss goodnight. you're like
saying thank you for your service to a
guard outside a concentration camp. the
only thing getting buried in that photo
are my taste buds after drinking
a Rip-it and having that whole first layer
of skin come off your tongue. every time I
drink a rip-it I have to  brush rat shit
off the top of the can, I don't even know
where else rats shit! four or five
doctors recommend Rip-its to induce
vomiting
you're the reason every deployed soldier
is guaranteed 20% disability from the VA
side effects of drinking a Rip-it may
include butt chugging dip spit. NASCAR
Tourette's, where you randomly screen
Dale Jr. and make left-hand turns for
the next three and a half hours. Allowing
your children to wear Ed Hardy gear
you dip peach flavored skulls pouches
TBI from crushing too many bush lite
cans against your skull. females using
Rip-it may observe several changes
notify your doctor if you... publicly brag
about having massive shifts. have over
aggressive urine streams, basically
sounds like a pressure washer going
across the top of a pool tarp. leaving
used tampons or pads on top of the trash
bin in the bathroom so the rest of the
house
Woo! I'm parched
mmmm
don't mind if I do. oh! it tastes like
PTSD. makes me want to play with c4 and
blow up some shi. boop, drop charge this
tastes like how Eagles fuck, like a day
out on the range,
reminds me of boning that specialist
from the S2 shop during a sandstorm
