Just because you've been married to a guy for 25+ years, don't go thinking you know him.
This morning Mr Swami happened to find half a glass of wine at his bedside. So he called it grape juice and drank it for breakfast. No problem there. But this got us to discussing breakfast beverages which is where things got freaky. We talked about different juices, and milks and milk flavors and old-time milkmen. When I was a child we had a milk man who came most every day. Mr Swami grew up on a dairy farm so he kind of was from a family of milkmen.
Anyway, Mr Swami said that his dad used to bring in a few jars of milk every morning for the family. I said "but it would barely have time to get cold in the frige." Mr Swami gave me a big grin. I said, "you mean you drank it warm from the cow!?!" He grinned more and said "Yes. And it was delicious!" I said "Ew. Ick! You might as well just suck it from the cow's tits!" He grinned even wider and said "And your point is?"
*gags*
*dry heaves*
That's when I stopped talking to him.
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6 comments:
I assume you wear a large bra size?
And I have four nipples.
At least it wasn't breast milk!
What is really gross is I can't stand the thought of thick, warm milk.
I think I know what my realy "dizzy" problem is these days. You people and your stories. *grin*
I may never drink milk again. Thank Tom for me.
Marian wants to be Mr Swami when she grows up.
I wouldn't mind sucking it how of the cow's nipples if it came out cold. I wonder if it comes out cold from cows in Minneso, oh wait, nevermind.
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