V \ \ \_ \,'.`-. |\ `. `. ( \ `. `-. _,.-:\ \ \ `. `-._ __..--' ,-';/ \ `. `-. `-..___..---' _.--' ,'/ `. `. `-._ __..--' ,' / `. `-_ ``--..'' _.-' ,' `-_ `-.___ __,--' ,' `-.__ `----""" __.-' `--..____..--' Banana Juice Fanzine Issue # 3 December 2002 http://www.shoecandy.com/~bananajuice/ (c) 2002 ___________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________ ------------------------------------------------------------------- Index / Issue # 3 / December ------------------------------------------------------------------ 1.) Introduction 2.) We Need Help 3.) Under Paid Youth -- Why does Jacki think that the youth of today is opressed? (by jackv) 4.) Being an Asshole Takes Practice -- What exactly is the CTBA? (by CaseyB) 5.) Click, Click. Relief. -- A story about the Washington D.C. Sniper. (by seattlemusicseen) 6.) I'm For Hire. Credentials - None! -- Why does it have to be so hard to find a job? (by CaseyB) 7.) School is Evil -- Communism has nothing on High School! (by CaseyB) 8.) Teachers -- Weeding out the Dirt of Society! (by CaseyB) 9.) Terrorism and School -- What does the American Schooling System and Osamama BinLaden have in common? (by CaseyB) 10.) Their pushing these kids for all the wrong reasons... -- Kid Ikarrus' outlook on opressed youth. (by Kid Ikarrus) 11.) Reviews ------------------------------------------------------------------- 1.) Introduction ------------------------------------------------------------------ Fine... I'll admit it! This mother fucker is coming out well over a month late. Yeah, it happens, and I'm lazy. Just don't give me your shit! Any ways, the idea for this issue was 'Angry Youth... Unite!" This being motivated by the old school, Oblivion zine (http://www.oblivion.net). We have plenty of articles, and fun stuff for you. This will be the last issue of the year, so happy New Years and Christmas to everyone. And, remember, Santa is watching you..... (that pervert) Enjoy!! ------------------------------------------------------------------- 2.) We Need Help!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------ Banana Juice needs your help! We have a severe lack of funding (being a teenager, and the most worthy thing I own is a bin of pornos), we need your help to keep this thing going. Banana Juice would like to start a cd reviews section for all the underground local music (Chicago area) that we can get. This cause a problem with purchasing the cds--We can not afford them! So, I have come up with two solutions-- 1.) If you see me anywhere, you can hand me the album that you would like to be reviewed. I am at a lot of shoes in the chicago area, so I have included some pictures (here, and here). I will also try to wear a self made banana juice patch somewhere on my apparel, so you can recognize me that way. 2.) If I have put a pay pal sign somewhere on this site, idea number two is already in effect. The idea is that if you like this site, and want to see it grow, you donate money to us. The first thing I would buy is a P.O. box so you could send your stuff to us. Plus, the money will also fund for us to go to shows, equipment, etc. So, in other words, please help us! We are desperate! ------------------------------------------------------------------- 3.) Under-payed Youth! by JackiV ------------------------------------------------------------------ The world is so unfair to the youth. 'We are we are the youth of the nation' ... and 'we are we are' all so screwed. It seems to me that the government is trying to make it impossible for teens to get by in this world. They make prices so high for everything! The other day I went to the mall to buy something at Carson's because I had a 25 dollar gift certificate. I honestly looked around for about an hour and I couldn't find anything that I would want for under 25 dollars. I know that isn't a lot of money in society these days but I think I should at least be able to buy sooooommmmeeething for under that price. So, finally I found a sale on gloves and bought a pair of soft, pink gloves for 17 bucks and spent the change at Hot Topic on a crazy headband thingy. It seems to me that the government is making it impossible to live in this world without the help of your parents. Minimum wage is what... 6 bucks and something cents? That's nothing! Since it is illegal and pretty impossible with school and everything to have a full time job, then we will never have enough money to actually survive on our own. Then the government also feels the need to take out a ton of money for taxes. We are 16... what the fuck do we need to pay taxes for?! I can see adults because they are adults but we are just youngins... we need every cent! If we want to buy a fucking CD we have to work for about 3 hours with all the taxes taken out. That's sad when you look at the equation. 3 hours of work = 1 CD. I think we should have a teenage representative in the Senate and House of Representatives. We need a say in this country too. I think this is enough of this. P.S. If we go to war against Iraq, who wants to become a Hippie with me!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------- 4.) Being an Asshole Takes Practice by CaseyB (bananamanc@yahoo.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------ I feel as if I have been ripping on teachers way too much. Teachers work very hard to become the inhumane, easily irritated simpletons that they are. It takes months of psychological training to become as un compassionate as teachers are. Did you know that it is mandatory for teachers to be legally classified as pricks before they can receive a teaching job? One of the questions on a teacher application is: Have you been given your Prick Certification? For those of you wondering where you can get a Prick Certification, you have to look no further than the good people at the CTBA (Commission of Teachers with Bad Attitudes). The good people at the CTBA give many lessons on being pricks (usually run by eighty year old women or union workers). The CTBA can also certify teachers in Social Marxism and Social Darwinism. This is perfect for setting up social standards in the schools (the splitting of classes), and having complete authority over all students (students must have no lives outside of school). So, to all teachers, may you accept my apology. At the time of my statement, I didn't realize that it was such a hard endeavor to become a prick. I apologize! ------------------------------------------------------------------- 5.) Click, Click. Relief by SeattleMusicSeen ------------------------------------------------------------------ ::EDITORS NOTE:: Considering that this issue is well over a month late, this story would have made sense when it came out. ::EDITORS NOTE:: As of now, all Americans live in a prison. This is not your ordinary prison however. This prison is not an extensively large or extensively guarded place. In fact, in this prison, people are free to come and go. This prison is not obscured by large concrete barriers of barbed wire fences. This is prison is also spread out among over 1000 different buildings. This prison has a variety of looks. These prisons range from small to large, loud to serene, and a whole spectrum of visible colors. The most common look of this prison as is follows: a neat little house with a white picket fence. Freshly cut grass and nicely polished windows. Some of these have chimneys and some have three car garages. If one were to look into this prison, one would see furniture, lighting fixtures, and perhaps a television or two. You will see the prisoners when you look in. This is not just a place for thieves, murderers, and rapists. The prisoners in this prison are, in actuality, average people. Families. Wives. Husbands. Brothers and sisters. You may be asking: "why are these people in prison?" Here is why... fear. The prisoners are living in fear. Prison, as of now, is a solace to the carnage that is ensuing. And why is the prison a place of comfort. Because there is an oppressor roaming the streets, roaming the community, roaming the country. The oppressor: a maniac serial killer with a Winchester. The Washington D.C. Sniper. He is the government now. He decides who will die and who will survive. He thinks he is God. He has the power as of now. The power all flows from his fingertips. From the fingertips to the trigger, a decision is made. People are now made prisoners. Prisoners out of fear. Prisoners out of oppression. Prisoners out of misplaced common sense. This maniacal sniper chooses at random his next victim. There is no bias here. The person he feels that will die, will die. This is not how we should be oppressed. We are cowering under his Winchester. Cowering inside our homes. Our homes are the bullet proof vest to the .223 caliber bullet. It is not only the people that are being negatively affected... It is the parks that are heartbreaking, the playgrounds with their empty swings, the benches on sun drenched days filled with no old couples, the school yards that ring with no children's laughter. The big homecoming game was canceled at a high school in Virginia, West Potomac High in Fairfax County. Locks seal the doors. The trees are so beautiful here in Maryland in the fall; the colors along Connecticut Avenue coax you to stand and gaze at autumn. But you are not supposed to stand still; the experts, and your own jitters, tell you that. You're supposed to walk briskly, in a zigzag; if you don't feel too silly. And if you see an open space, move along, you are told, and put a pole between you and that open space. Crouch when you buy gas. You know the shot could come at any time, from anywhere, but you have to try something, if only to feel some sense of control, however illusory, however faint. So on a warm fall morning, the mothers take no walks with their strollers on the back streets of Silver Spring. And buying a tank of gas on Georgia Avenue for a nice drive is just too risky. And everywhere, you see glances cast over shoulders and people staring at white vans and fidgety faces, and you understand why a young couple argue over a trip to the store, and you feel frightened standing on a porch. It is an extraordinary place to be. Life seems so normal an feels so weird. A three block walk to the corner is uncomfortable. Pulling up to a traffic light feels dangerous. Restaurants have pulled in their chairs. No one stands still. A car backfire can send you to the ground; a door slam can make you flinch. And yet, the worst of it isn't the sharp terror of a sudden noise, just the nightmare that jars your sleep. It's the low hum that plays in the back of your mind, a constant tension below the level of consciousness, that is wearing, like a body ache. And just when you feel like you're being silly, another person dies, like when a man was shot getting gas for his trip home after work. And on Friday, October 11th, when Kenneth Bridges, a traveling businessman, a husband and father of six, stopped for a few gallons for his trip home to Philadelphia after a morning meeting. Nine dead now, and three wounded: young, old, black, white, male, female, all at the hand of a killer still on the loose. And every two days, it seems, another victim. This is how score is now kept in a country under siege. At the place where it started, Michael's Craft Store at Georgia and Connecticut, a woman named Maria strides across the parking lot, clutching the hands of her two children, whose little steps can barely keep up. She would rather have gone somewhere else to buy their Halloween costumes, but she lived so close and this was the best place around, and though her heart told her to stay away, her mind said it couldn't happen here again. Still, she found herself avoiding the windows. And when she headed to her car, she practically lifted her children off their feet with her strong tug. They cried and whined. She didn't care. When asked to stop and talk for a minute, she managed a weak smile and a few words, but kept moving. "We're scared," she admitted, opening the car door. "I'm sorry." At the Shell Station a few miles away, at Knowles and Connecticut, Philip Carter, 20, put a pump between himself and the road. "Thou Shalt Not Kill" placards papered over a car vacuum machine. Crayon angles floated in drawings taped to the garage. This is a murder scene. Carter has come here every day for three years, he says. He came again today. Lightning couldn't strike twice, he says, and shrugs. Cars come and go. A bell rings in the garage. But the clerk inside stands at an empty counter. "You see people scared," said the clerk, Johannes. "Some of them hide between the poles. But what can you do? There's not thing we can do." Life hasn't stopped. People wait at bus stops, on the corner for the light to change. People get gas. Three men tramped across a large island near Rockville Pike with leaf blowers Wednesday afternoon, not far from where James L. "Sonny" Buchannan, 39, was shot mowing a strip of grass. People drive to work. Children walk to school. The Redskins will play today, though the players are mindful of what's going on and have said they, too, feel fear. But to simply call people afraid is too simple. Fear abounds, of course, but the mood assumes subtle shades. In some ways, it's like fear of flying: You know you almost certainly won't die, but you could. So little is known. A Tarot death card with "Dear Mr. Policeman...I am God." A shell casing. The .223 caliber bullets used in each shooting. White vans and long black bags. And in some ways, the scariest irony of all: that his is not a serial killer stalking just dark alleys or lover's lanes. With this, you don't see it coming, you don't hear the bullet. And so, there are no field trips. No after school activities. No bike rides. No lazy strolls. Stay inside, please. Walk briskly out. At the end of a busy strip mall, Crisp & Juicy Chicken sells a few more wings. On a warm afternoon, an old man shuffles by with a little basket grocery cart. He pauses for a moment, bracing himself with one hand to lower himself onto a bench. He doesn't notice the pieces of paper taped to the window just to his left. Or the single rose that tilts on the arm at the end of the bench under a small dangling cross. He's just tired, and this seems like a good place to sit. "No, I didn't know," Bob Liebold says when told where he is; that just a week earlier a woman lay slumped on this same bench under a bloody sheet. "I'm on the way home." His rest over, he pulls himself to his feet. He looks around at the crowded shopping center and shakes his head. "It's hard to believe." And no one pauses near the woods across the street. And few stop to look at a card on the bench. And on another day in a place where a killer seems anywhere, where life and fear mingle in the ordinary, where parks and swing sets and homecoming bleachers sit empty, no one else sits on the bench at Crisp & Juicy. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 6.) I'm For Hire. Credentials - None! by CaseyB (bananamanc@yahoo.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm sixteen now, and soon I will be getting my very own drivers license. We all know that having a drivers license means you've got to have a lot of cash. I mean, you got all those crazy expenses - check ups, oil changes, tires, low riders, neon lights, a kick ass stereo system, insurance, and oh yeah, gas. Gas is probably the worst of them all. You always need gas, you can do with out the rest. I'm even convinced that I can drive without the tires, but without gasoline, all is impossible. The worst part is, by the time I get my license, I predict gas will be about fifty bucks an hour. I mean, with all of those previously taliban run child labor factories going down. Of course, all of these money increases, it's going to put a huge burden on my pocket change (currently about three dollars, and a cool spider man sticker). So, as you can see, I need a job. So with all of this in mind, I put my resume on Monster.com. I lied a little bit on it, but in return, I got some cool job offers. I think I can perform all of them, but still, that doesn't mean I am really qualified to perfrom them. The first offer I received was from the wonderful state of Wisconsin. They wanted me to move up around Baraboo for a new cow cloning project their doing. This would be perfect for my goal of creating a perfect society of man eating cows. Or I could just have some kick ass barbecues, just think of all the meat I would have. Still, as cool as the offer was, I decided to turn it down. My next offer was rather cool, it was for an adult film with celebrities. I almost jumped to the job, then I read that it was with Julia Roberts. I'm sorry to all of you Julia Roberts fans out there, but I don't need her big bubba gump lips all over me. Oh yeah, and I'm sixteen. Might be a problem with the child porn laws. My final job offer was for a skyscraper engineering job. This sounded like a really cool job, and I was about to take it, until I found out that you need certain degrees for this job. Plus, being a junior high graduate didn't cut it. I guess I wouldn't have been good for the job, especially with all of this safety shit due to terrorism. Oh well, guess I'll just work at some minimum wage restaurant. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 7.) School is Evil by CaseyB (bananamanc@yahoo.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------ I have discovered that high school is evil. Who needs Antichrist dictators when you have teachers and deans? It seems to me as if high school is a place that was created to put a stop to your spirits. They cut lunch in half, then give you a truancy if you are late for homeroom. To make things worse, when you go to the Dean's office to receive your detention, the Deans are all in a circle (possibly playing musical chairs), asking why your not working hard in school. Detention is held at 3:25, lasts two hours (longer than mass), and I'm scared that I'll get some gym teacher freak who makes me do push ups. Once your a senior, you get herded out like the Japanese in America during World War II. The other day, I heard a dean ask a kid if he was a senior (after the senior's last day of school). When the kid answered yes, he had him escorted off of the school property. No joke. Gym class is an embarrassment. Who puts kids through the torture of grading on ability? Geometry seems to have no reasonable use. Most of the teachers seem to believe in the 'Student Teach Student' philosophy, and I have yet to see a pay check for my teaching. The only thing I have learned in history is that Hitler was bad, and the atomic bomb was justified. And, who exactly is this historical figure named Deepthroat? School tells you to be creative. Though, of course, creativity has it's boundaries. When trying to make your point, the teachers ignore you, and the deans criticize you. They try to make you better the community by forcing you to do community service. Yet, have you ever noticed that all the doors are locked right after the last school bell rings, and the library is only open for an additional hour? Yes, school is an evil place. And they expect me to have pride towards it? ------------------------------------------------------------------- 8.) Teachers -- Weeding Out the Dirt of Society by CaseyB (bananamanc@yahoo.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------ I've been complaining alot lately, but I must commend my teachers. They do society's dirty work. They pass out the dirt, cut down the strong, and weed out the weak. We live in a trivial, cut throat society, and the teachers make it known: If you don't show your bright, you'll be fucked for life. I guess I'll be fucked for life. If this was Nazi Germany, I'd be know as a non skilled eater. Luckily this is still America, and all I can legally be classified as is a 'flunk out'. I'll be working in a factory for the rest of my life, but hey, not everyone can get the good jobs. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 9.) Terrorism and School by CaseyB (bananamanc@yahoo.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------ I find it hard to have faith in the American schooling system (or America for that matter). It seems to me that everything is hypocritical. Everyone knows about our current campaign against terrorism, and the so called 'War on Terror' (if it is possible to fight terror with terror -- war). Though, this is where my doubts on American schooling comes in play -- Terrorism. I may be a nitwit, and many of you may not agree with me, but it seems that there can be many forms of terror. Just the other day I saw a tv special on Verbal Terrorism, and before that they had a thing called emotional terror. So, all you people that think that there is only one form of terror -- violence -- is a bigot. How dare you not take notice to all forms of terror (may it be emotional or someone telling you your taking too long on the crapper)! But, before I get off topic -- How exactly does terror take role in an educational environment? Well, according to the dictionary, terrorism is the systematic use of terror, especially as a means of coercion. Now, this justifies just about everything that is school as terrorism. Take in mind detentions. Detentions are there for the sole purpose of striking fear into the hearts of all wrong doers. Than, you have the Deans, which I am going to here on refer to as the High School S.S. The High School S.S. goes around picking on kids that are roaming the halls (usually hurrying to urinate or retrieve their homework), and gives out saturday detentions. I have yet to recieve a saturday detention, but I can only imagine the horrors that go on there. When you have enforcers like the High School S.S., you are sure to be punished in an inhumane and ungodly manner. When being punished on saturdays, you can expect anything from Psychological Rehabilitation (countless episodes of Leave it to Beaver and the Andy Griffith Show) or work assignment (teacher mole insepction and toe nail cutting). Not only is physical punishment terror, but the American Educational System (a.k.a. Nazi America) gets you in a more trivial fashion. Such things would include grades. There really is no need for grades, knowledge should be the only thing that matters. Though, grades seem to be necessary for Nazi America (educational system), they need something to keep you in line with. Grades are nothing more than a rope tied around your neck. Used to herd you into school like cattle, an incentive not to slack off. Grades are the perfect form of terror. Just think about it, you are afraid of flunking, so you work hard. You work hard for a number that really doesn't exist. And, there is your terrorism, the terror of flunking is forced upon you, making you have to work. Yes, school is a form of terrorism. We complain about the Tali-ban so much, yet we have our own Osama Binladens teaching our kids. If we're going to truly fight terror, I say fuck the American Schooling System! I stand now, the war against terror drags on here! ------------------------------------------------------------------- 10.) Their pushing these kids for all the wrong reasons by Kid Ikarrus ------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, I'd have to say that contrary to my semi-recent journal entry, I guess there is a lucky girl out there whom I got to be (and currently am) her Fred Astaire. But the fact still remains... "They're pushin these children for all the wrong reasons..." Casey confronted me with the subject theme for the third issue. After a long time of thinking, I came to a decent conclusion. I figured everyone who writes for this zine will talk about angered youth uniting. (it makes sense) But I decided instead of talking about that, I'd talk about why our youth today (or any day) is pushed to rebellion. Teenagers have always been seen as terrible, but the reason is because our society is pushing them in every which way direction (for all the wrong reasons... hehe) and trying to mold them inot a shape they just don't want to take. Lets begin with one of the things that I truly don't understand about America: why do we strictly enforce all our ideas of education the way we do. Trillions of dollars are spent a day on people who simply could care less about learning anything. Face it, we all can't be the best. If we were all rocket scientists, no one would settle for the low-paying job of a jewel clerk, a jewel bagger, or a pizza place worker. There are people out there for one reason or another, care not in the slightest for their future. They don't care about school, they don't want to better themselves or their future, they just want to be on their own. They're simply striving to be pleased, in this society which strives completely off of pleasure. So why are we forcing these people, spending money on them, to be in school against their will or desires. These people are the individuals who mouth off to their teachers, fail all there classes, and party every night after school. People like this are not only a waste, but they're also a disturbance, a distraction to those that are actually there to learn. All this repressed rage in our youth is from this and this idea alone, driven by the controlling hand of our superiors. (Many of which are so old they forgot what it was like to be a teenager) Teenagers to me, are just older youth that are starting to figure things out. We see that long and difficult road ahead and either want to just avoid it all together or simply make the best of the "best years of your life." Teenagers are also just immature children exposed to a very exciting new world of sexual potential, which is also restricted by the controlling hands of our superiors. Problem is, teenagers really shouldn't be exposed to this, because they're not mature enough to deal with this kind of stuff, so it should make sense why adults are trying to shield us from it. Of course, you shouldn't be asking yourself how kids figure this stuff out, because I think that's pretty obvious. Have you watched TV lately? The public image is plastered with sex, its all anyone can ever hear or see in this dog-eat-dog world. Advertisements for shampoo (as you all have seen I'm sure) have used sexual themes to advertise. So our youth is exposed to this new world, and they're held back from it, although it is the way it should be, it helps the building of repressed anger. "We've all been brought up to think we're going to be rock-stars and celebrities. We're starting to find out that isn't going to happen." The high goals our society is making our youth set, I think greatly disturbs them when they hit that brick wall of the real world in our teens. You never hear kids saying they want to be a construction worker until they day he dies a painful death from lung cancer from smoking. I realize its hard to tell a kid that he'll grow up to be that, and a small percent of people grow up to be rock-stars, mostly because kids don't want to hear that kind of thing. They're stuck in their own world, concerned only with those big lollipops. (right Traci?) But I'm off track. It is hard to say, but truly out there in the real world, we have to have those people who simply are not important. I for the life of me can't understand why we educate those who have no future. As harsh as it seems, I think this kind of stuff is giving our youth a reason to be like it is. Add in any type of elder, pushing you around while not understanding what's going on and what life is soon to be like, pretending that he or she just simply skipped over this period of life. It's the oppression of a former pothead parent raising his kids against marijuana that we could use to demonstrate how this kind of thing doesn't work. Of course his kids are going to be potheads! But then again, logically a parent who ruined his life doing drugs is going to try his hardest to keep his kid from following in his ill-fated footsteps. But this behavior is seen as oppressive. Oppressive, that is the word I've been trying to get to all this time, but my train of though isn't exactly running on its tracks. Our society is simply that, oppressive, or at least it really should seem to the average teen. When in reality this oppression is truly necessary to keep our youth under control, it's this 'oppression' in our society that is pushing our youth to the point Casey was getting us to write about. Our youth is pushed to the point of "uniting" simply because of all these things that are seen as oppressive by teens. Just because our society is truly trying to cushion us into thinking that we're all great, we're all wonderful, doesn't help us realize that we're not 'moving at a different pace' we're slow! I know, I understand, this is really harsh. But think about this, I'm writing for a bunch of teenagers, would you guys want to hear the logical parental argument behind this? I didn't think so, lets here illogical arguments! After all, without dreams where are we to go? So what if our generation is lying? We're only making them slaves with dreams. At least that's better than just being a slave. I can't wait to have kids. ------------------------------------------------------------------- REVIEWS ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Transporter delivers the goods By MikeP If you as a moviegoer plans to see The Transporter, a new action movie starring Jason Statham (Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels; Snatch), don't expect to see an Oscar-caliber epic. Instead, go into the movie with hopes of being entertained. The Transporter is a movie that doesn't take itself seriously, so why should the audience. The film isn't about its plot. The little bit of it that I could make out revolved around Statham's character, Frank Martin, a courier of good for thugs and criminals across Europe who uses his martial art fighting skills to rescue a cargo of human slaves from Asia being transported by his love interest's father. Did you follow that? If not don't worry. The action scenes are enough incentive to forego a decent storyline. The scenes include Martin fighting an almost endless supply of villains on a massive oil spill (which he is able to navigate by strapping bike pedals to his shoesaOIntof course) and parachuting onto a moving truck while being shot at. Another one of The Transporter's positive qualities is its humor. It is probably the funniest movie that is not meant to be funny. I saw the movie with a bunch of my immature teenage friends and we just relished in the ludicrousness of it. From the cheesy lines of Statham to the nearly incomprehensibly elaborate fight scenes (one such involving Martin literally tying up bad guys in his shirt mid-fight), it kept us cracking up the whole time. One aspect that turned me off about the movie was its loss of direction. The main idea of the first quarter of the picture was about Frank Martin's exciting job and his near religious following of a set of rules he uses when transporting something. Yet as soon as we get to know him, he breaks one of his own rules, which leads to everything else going down. His transportation "business" could have been a great movie in itself without bringing in the human slave plot. Still, The Transporter has enough spectacular action sequences and hilarious humor to offer a good choice for spending your $8.50. And why not? In an era where most movies try to hard to be the Best Picture, it reassuring to see a crappy movie that can still entertain. ---------------- Sour Starburst "Bursting" with Flavor A review by MikeP With the releases of such new hybrid-products as Vanilla Coke and Pepsi Blue, the candy world has decided to jump on the bandwagon as well. The most known example is probably Sour Skittles, but these bite-sized candy bits are sub-par compared to the release of Sour Starburst. I tried Sour Starburst for the first time yesterday (October 21st, 2002), and was more than pleasantly surprised. After seeing the hilarius commercial for the candy involving a squenched (is that actually a word?) face and a disspaointed prom date, i was intrigued to give the fruit chews a try. It was easily worth the wait between my first viewing of the commercial and the 48 hours or so later when I saw Sour Starburst in my school's vending machine. To quote a cliche, when tasting the candy, I felt like I had a party in my mouth and everyone was invited. Except for Osama bin Laden. He ain't getting into any of my parties. Nonetheless, I highly reccomend trying Sour Starburst. But beware...the adjective to describe the new Starburst fits. Those Be-yotches are quite sour. Keep on truckin' MikeP! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Check out the Banana Juice Website at: (http://www.shoecandy.com/~bananajuice/) ---- Send any comments, suggestions, articles to: bananamanc@yahoo.com *keep in mind, all articles can be published unless said otherwise in e-mail* ___________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________ V \ \ \_ \,'.`-. |\ `. `. 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