Dr Chek
You have not lived until you have consumed this highly delicious beverage. There is, however, a distinct possiblity that you have not done so because it is a delicacy. Once to be had for a pittance at the Olde Marketplace in Iowa City, it currently is rumored not to exist outside of the cauldron of courtesy and kudzu known as the "Deep South".
The "Chek-wave"
One day, I was grilling with my friends Brian "Rumsnatch" Rumsey and Tristan "T" Miller, drinking some Chek, when we decided to "g" [go] over to Willis "Tha Quill" Buckles's house. Due to our collective zest for Dr. Chek, I decided to "g" [take] it along. It being a rather warm summer night, and the "Hedgehog" [Tristan "T" Miller's automobile] lacking air conditioning, we had the windows open. It took none to long for our Chek-zeal to spill out into the night air in the form of a "Chek-wave". It merely consisted of waving one's hand outside the window while grasping the plastic bottle of Dr. Chek. Although I can't say for sure whether we evangelized successfully, it is my hope that some poor, thirsty soul's life was changed that fateful evening.