Whoever liberated my Synergy Kombucha drink from the 9th floor fridge sometime today in the past 5 hours - I certainly hope that you plan to replace it. Just because my sharpie wouldn't write on the wet glass bottle doesn't make it fair game. I hope that you do NOT achieve the re-energizing that you sought. And that the bottle exploded on you and your clothes as you opened it. I have stated my boundaries, and I SEETHE with rage at their violation!
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