I never had an energy drink before, due to having a heart condition in the past and just thinking they're not a good thing to put into one's body, but I decided that I would make an exception with Booty Sweat. I mean, it's Booty Sweat. You're not going to get a lot of chances to drink something with such a ridiculous name. To my surprise it was actually pretty good, and even seemed to keep me awake all night for some nice, extra long video-game sessions. I set aside four cans to send to Giant Bomb, as long-time listeners of the Bombcast will know that energy drinks used to be as integral to their recordings as video games.

It's two months later, and the four cans of Booty Sweat are still in my fridge. My brother and I are packing up the car the day after getting back from Japan, as we are moving out of our house in Texas and going to Oklahoma. I find a small box and wrap each can in bubble wrap, but realize that I don't have Giant Bomb's new mailing address, as this was right around the same time they moved from Sausalito to San Francisco. I go to their FAQ page on my phone to find the address but it has yet to be updated. I then hold the box on my lap for our trip north, and eventually find the address I'm looking for after getting the laptop set up in our temporary lodging. I was happy to see that my package arrived safely via Ryan Davis' Twitter feed a little while later: