And today, while filling my glass with hot water to release my hippie tea�s goodness, it caught my eye. There, in my peripheral vision, was the motherload -- a large amount of pink and blue packets hidden in a bin�s shadow.

Screw the tea�s brain-boosting power. Brain cancer, can�t think straight, confusion, headaches, inability to concentrate, memory loss.

Forget the immune system boost. Abdominal pain, breathing difficulties, death, infection susceptibility, rashes, tremors.

Dismiss the supposed body-slimming features. Bloating, excessive thirst or hunger, swallowing pain, weight gain.

And let�s not overlook how sexy the hippie tea man was. Impotency or sexual problems, menstrual problems or changes.

The pink. The blue. Their friendly no-calorie granules. They call to me. They know I desire them. They want me to consume them, and I gladly do. �