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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Isn't milk supposed to do a body GOOD?

I just took a sip from a box o'milk -- actually "Awal Skimmed Milk Plus" (with an expiration date of January 21st 2006, I don't know or want to know what exactly is being "plussed") -- and I have to say it is really, really, really nasty.

Like, if I had a choice between drinking this "milk" or drinking, maybe, diarrhea, I would need a minute to think about it.

I mean, it is gross. I have never had this ... stuff ... sans cereal before now, and it reminds me of a mix between what I know "real" milk is supposed to taste like, and what I imagine "raw" sewage is supposed to taste like.

Where does it come from? Not a cow, that's for damn certain. Unless it's a mutant cow, which has been doing lots of illegal drugs and swimming daily in a lake filled with nuclear waste. Not a goat, because I've heard that goat milk does not taste like rotten throw-up. Whereas, this milk does.

Which brings me to my question -- how SAD is it that I have nothing better to talk about than assy milk?

Very sad. But true. So, here are a few pictures from my trip back from vacation the other day.

Leaving1

"DO NOT PASS MILITARY CONVOY," huh? Sounds good to me, Mr. Gunner!

Leaving4

I just get a kick out the fact that the direction to "Airport" is the same as to "Jihad."

Leaving5

The road to "home" looks so welcoming, doesn't it?

Oh! and I must share with you a conversation in which I blurted out what is probably the most politically-incorrect statement I have ever made:

Somebody: "This one time, I saw a family of Haji midgets at the prison, all standing in a line up against the wall."
Me: "You know what you could call Haji midgets?"
Somebody: "What?"
Me: "Hajits! You get it? Like hobbits? Short people? Only, the Iraqi kind!"
Somebody: "You need help."

Anyway, I'm off to do some research on the effects of Milk Of Mystery Mammal on the human stomach. Wish me luck!

[vomits]

11 Comments:

  • At 1:53 AM, Blogger sixweasels said…

    OK, it may have been politically incorrect, but it made me laugh my ass off!

     
  • At 1:59 AM, Blogger GoingLoopy said…

    Um, would this be January 21, 2006, or 2005? 'Cause if it's 2005...maybe that's why it's all "assy." (And that's going to be my new favorite adjective.)

     
  • At 3:19 AM, Blogger warcrygirl said…

    Maybe it's the milk from a pissed off camel?

    I'm sorry...

     
  • At 3:34 AM, Anonymous awittykitty said…

    maybe it was a typo and it was really milk pus. Hey, I was just trying to be helpful.

     
  • At 5:15 AM, Anonymous Chrissy said…

    LMFAO Hajits! Love it

     
  • At 5:21 AM, Anonymous skibigsky said…

    Hajits. Heh! I even shared that with my father (the man who used to threaten to send his Paki secretary 'back to the subcontinent' on a regular basis, and so is probably NOT the judge of what mugh be considered politically incorrect) and he laughed as hard as I did.

     
  • At 12:36 PM, Anonymous fifi said…

    Long years ago, my father-in-law was in Korea, being a dentist to the troops. The local Koreans used to carry buckets of smelly stuff to put on their fields, and it smelled awful.
    "What is that?" someone asked him.
    "It's shite!"
    "I know....but WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO IT????"
    ............Added milk of mystery mammal? methinks maybe.

     
  • At 4:19 PM, Anonymous NoGoodDaddy said…

    Any midget joke is a good one. Midgets only exist to entertain us giants. Am I right or what?

     
  • At 6:24 PM, Anonymous gumphood said…

    Islamic Hobbits. However, were there a hell, I think its right there in that desert. I mean lord that doesn't look like the best place to be. I hope you don't cry over bad milk. And if a girl just wants to get laid, its the easiest thing ever.

     
  • At 8:39 PM, Blogger buck satan said…

    i had to drink some powdered milk after katrina hit. that shit is fucking rank, dude.

    i've got a roll of quarters with your name on it.

    DRINK!

    (or, not. no, don't drink. dammit, meany, you're a soldier, not a boozer!)

     
  • At 11:25 PM, Blogger warcrygirl said…

    Quarters? Just remember: Georgie likes to be smacked on his ass, not bumped on his head.

     

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