And away goes the beloved OJ poll. I'll never trust any of you on drink choices again. And I refuse to tell you about how I went to McDonald's, ordered some orange juice, and thought it was the most foul tasting thing I'd ever had. Then I noticed it had no pulp. About then, I screamed out in agony. There is no correlation. I refuse to believe it.
So. I've decided that the poll is too amusing for me to give up completely. But it's possible that my desire to have fun, creative polls and my desire to make fun, creative polls are not at all linked. We shall see.