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.
No… just no. Milk has to be ice cold… Anything warmer is disgusting.
It’s just not good at room temperature, it’s decent enough if it’s a fair bit warmer than that.
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.
Bro. Stop.
I just…ugh.