Last Friday night, I accidentally drank sour milk. The hows and whys aren’t important (because they make me look stupid) but it happened and it was awful.
I mean, at first it was just the taste and the idea that I had imbibed sour milk that was upsetting, but after about 2 hours it was the feeling of my guts declaring war on me that was truly horrific.
The next several hours were….. gory. At one point, I was so defeated that I made sure Captain Thoughtful knew what to put on my tombstone.
There Is No Girl on the Contrary – Only Zuul
May 1985- June 2015
She Drank Sour Milk
Please let my unpleasant Friday night serve as a warning to you all – check your milks best by date before you drink it.