Jones Soda has done an outstanding job cultivating their company's image as the small dogs scampering about the corporate kennel of soft drinks. They're no Pepsi or Coca-Cola, they're the guys who slap photos of ugly children on their bottles and try to poison you before your parents' holiday dinner. Perhaps I was the victim of a competent, savvy marketing team that led me to believe Jones Soda represents an alternate choice, a vote against the two multi-billion dollar high fructose corn syrup empires.
Jones Soda responded by promptly launching lawyers at us, perhaps because there's not much to do around the ol' soda factory these days. Maybe they're trying to stimulate the economy by paying legal teams to send me angry letters, in which case it's only a matter of time before Barack Obama grants them a major award for hopefully encouraging hope and change in a changing environment of hope. Victor N. King, member of the "Speckman Law Group" in Seattle, jammed the following exciting Adobe .pdf lawsuit up my inbox:
FROM: Victor N. King
TO: Rich "Lowtax" Kyanka
SUBJECT: "JONES SODA MASSACRE" - CONFIDENTIAL and PRIVILEGED
My goodness! Did you see the subject line of the email? I was sent a whole wheelbarrow full of CONFIDENTIAL and PRIVILEGED information that they normally only share with their CEO and maybe Jesus Christ. Initially, I naturally assumed this website was doomed, and subsequently began burying myself in the backyard. Then I snapped to my senses and remembered I had an important weapon at my disposal; the esteemed Leonard J. Crabs, lawyer at arms!
The Amazonians value combat prowess and purity of spirit. By wrestling half naked, they pay homage to both virtues by displaying their battle-forged bodies while preserving as much modesty as their society deems necessary. The gelatin in which they wrestle is symbolic of the fluid nature of battle, a concept the Amazonians call ‘akgor-gra.’
Pros: Much more comfortable than my last toilet seat, which was a transparent resin with seashells embedded inside. The outer layer wore off from friction, exposing the sharp jagged edges of the seashells, which were constantly scrapping my backside and causing major cuts and open sores.
Many people love to threaten to sue us. Luckily we have both Leonard "J." Crabs and common sense on our side, thus enabling us to easily defeat such trivialities. Remember - when you're on the Internet, you can threaten to sue for anything!