Posts Tagged “Dr Pepper”

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience,like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie,surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and “Jeopardy” comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other leaving from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free

The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.

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I have always been one to use the term “pop”, as in, “Can you pick up some pop when you are at the store?”

I’ve always found it quite strange when someone calls it “soda”. Whenever I hear “soda”, I immediately think of “Baking Soda.”

I understand that in much of the Southern US they call it “coke” even if it’s a Dr. Pepper. That’s just odd to me… but I suppose it’s not all that different from using the brand name Kleenex when you want a tissue, or saying “Frigidaire” when referring to a refrigerator. Branding is a powerful force.

What do term do you use? Is it different from the above, and if so, what do you use and why?

Looking for some flash memory?

Tags: Baking Soda, Brand Name, Branding, Coke, Dr Pepper, Flash Memory, Frigidaire, Kleenex, Refrigerator, Soda Pop, Term Pop