vector: I'd sooner drink my own urine while dying in the desert than this.
I'd trade a plastic corkscrew for a kilo of Tranquility Bay.
Balls: no.
Scalded Balls: Minty, with a sweet aftertaste and a hint of stickiness (sticky like twigs).
For a kilo of this I'd trade a large bag of peppermints.
No balls.
Sylver: Makes my nose and mouth dance together in happiness - its minty-fresh goodness will provide safe haven for my balls.
For a kilo I'd trade Windos ME.
Dr. Capitalism: This tea tastes like minty aspertame. I hate it.
I'd trade a big pile of breast implants for a kilo, as they're just as artificial as it tastes.
I fear sterility merely from drinking this tea. My balls shall never dare its toxic depths.
(Dr Capitalism's review based upon one sip of said tea)
Cronkwrong: I wouldn't serve this to Alex.
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