When I was a teenager, I loved Dr. Pepper. Drank the stuff like it was crack and I am not convinced their formula at the time didn’t include illicit drugs. But occasionally, my mother would shop the sales and get Mr. Pibb instead. And it’s not bad. I mean, it’s still better than water, I guess. But it’s no Dr. Pepper and no matter how much my mom told me they are the same, I’m…
