some of you may remember, way back in march, a reveal a secret i did on the rev’s inability to drink milk. well, less of an inability and more of a full-bodied revulsion. like full of horror and gagging and everything. but then i got this picture in my text inbox yesterday at lunch:
and i responded excuse me, what? i am currently looking for flying pigs and a frozen-over hell, brb.
he said it sounded good with a peanut butter sandwich. but he firmly attests that he drank it quickly while it was ice cold and then rinsed out the glass promptly. but the fact that he even thought to try it again BLOWS MY MIND. THE APOCALYPSE IS NIGH, PEOPLE.