You know that quart of milk you buy and forget about? You drink half of it, but it gets shoved into the back of your refrigerator behind the beer and your leftover Chinese take out (don't judge me, I'm a bachelor), and you look three weeks later and it's still there?
Yeah. This evening was that "three weeks later" part for me.
Instead of taking the sensible route by throwing the unopened container away in a dumpster (or the Jack route and chucking it out of a moving car, thereby creating a Milk Molotov), I decided I'd dump it down the sink and avoid having to put on pants. Ahh, laziness, sometimes you fuck me good.
Until you've experienced that particular smell, you can't quite imagine the sight of me coughing, gagging, and laughing hysterically at my own stupidity as chunks of spoiled milk slopped into the sink. Chunks. Of milk. I had to wash them down the drain with hot water. I'm not going to be able to drink milk for awhile after that... seriously traumatized.
Anyway. That's my PSA for the day, I guess. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
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