But until now, athletes (or office workers) who wanted to get their jolt in the form of desiccated meat were out of luck.
Enter Perky Jerky.
Mike: This is disappointing. I assumed Perky Jerky was made from Couric meat.
Eva: I enjoy this jerky with freshly milked Five Hour Energy drink.
Peter: The jerky works! It’s been 10 minutes since I ate some and I am feeling a bit more like a jerk.
Ian: They should have called these Cowerbars.
Robert: It’s actually called jerky for the spasms you get five minutes after eating it.
Eva: Yes. It’s the perfect way to start, and end, my day before 8 a.m.
Miles: I’m just glad they didn’t go the other way with it. I don’t know if I could stomach a hickory smoked latte.
Ian: It’s like Red Bull, with actual bull.
Miles: I prefer Perky Jerky to Jerky Jerky, the beef jerky that insults your mom.
Eva: “Perky Jerky and cigarettes” doesn’t quite have the same French chicness.
Peter: Perky isn’t a very manly word. They should have called it Very Masculine-ky Jerky.
Robert: When my dad used to say “have some jerky,” I never knew if he was using his nickname for me or telling me to eat. Could have been “Have some, Jerky.”
Steven: Maybe we’ll get a caffeinated burger next. Then we’ll have the energy to change eating positions on the couch.
Peter: How do they get caffeine into the jerky? Do they make the cows drink coffee?
Ian: The venison one is called Starbucks.
Miles: Don’t even talk to me until I’ve had my first cup of jerky.
Robert: Upton Sinclair is posthumously adding a chapter to The Jungle just to cover this.
[The verdict: Not the best jerky we’ve ever had, but preferable to a Powerbar. Imagine the looks you’ll get at the starting line of a 5K when you’re the only one there gnawing on a chunk of meat. It’s worth it just for that.]
Sandwich Monday is a satirical feature from the humorists at Wait, Wait … Don’t Tell Me!