I just can't. I gotta have my milk like it just came out of the fridge. One thing that I always thought was off the walls, though, was my dad would put ice in his milk.
Counterpoint: I’m seven years old and come home late from school and activities and there’s a cup on the table: I forgot to drink my milk that morning. I downed that warm smelly viscous white fluid and it was amazing.
My neighbors have a specific cultivar of blueberry they grow, the berry itself is the size of a BB pellet. They are deliciously sweet and tart. Best blueberry I've ever had.
I don't care about raw milk or blueberries, but that upvote counter confused the hell out of me. I spent way too much time trying to figure out when I upvoted the image.
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