Pete Fazio

I drink a lot of diet soda.

Well actually, around here people call it “pop”. But with the Rochester accent it’s pronounced “pahp”, (imagine Rachael Ray saying it in her nasal-y voice). ANYWAY, I grew up in Orlando and have always known it as “soda”, and to me diet soda means Diet Coke. NOT Diet Pepsi, NOT Shasta.

This kid my friend Marty and I knew drank Faygo. What’s up with that? His dad would be all “Hey Brent, get me a Diet Faygo.” We’d all watch wrasslin’ too. And I mean CLASSIC wrasslin’. Junkyard Dog, King Kong Bundy, Rowdy Roddy Piper, George “The Animal” Steel, Nature Boy Ric Flair, The Iron Sheik, Tito Santana, Ricky Steamboat, Sgt. Slaughter, Superfly Snuka, Bam Bam Bigelow, don’t even get me started.

What? My time’s up? OK, hurry, concentrate. Um, little british cars, motorcycles, computers, HTML, CSS, soda.

If you’re in the office stop over and say “hi”, and please bring me a soda. If you don’t it’s OK, there’s a fridge full of free soda. It says it’s for “client meetings only” but whatever, I sneak like 10 a day out of there. Who’s ever going to find out, you know?