Ode to milk.
Milk. I love milk. I want to drink buckets of it. Matter of fact, I want to swim in it, mouth open, drinking every stroke of the way.
Milk, O divine milk. If only my bowels didn’t disagree with you. If only I didn’t have to visit the seat of fecal gods every half hour after I’ve had two pints of you. If only . . .
It’s like clockwork (how apt) .. After four or more pints of beer, visit toilet the entire of next day. After two pints of milk, also visit toilet the entire of next day. O my indulgences, O cruel, cruel life.
