You know what really grinds my gears?

When somebody buys the $7 gallon of organic milk because they're planning on re-starting their health regimen of daily protein shakes and then...doesn't.

Pssst! Charlie Murphy!


Let a $3 gallon of milk go bad half-way through...fine, it happens. That's just nature's hint that we significantly over-estimated our bovine boobie-juice intake. But to purchase the $7 dollar organic milk and then proceed to drink NONE of it, leaving the other person trying to utilize the milk before it went bad by flooding their frosted mini-wheats...it's just...kinda rude. I mean, if I was the one to purchase said milk, I would be conscientously chugging that junk till it was good to the last drop, knowing that if it was wasted, that someone would totally bust me on it. However, when I attempted to enjoy the well-deserved "busting", I was told "It was fine yesterday."

Dude, it's milk. A day in the life of milk, especially organic milk which lacks all those artificial preservatives which we have come to know and rely upon, is like a week to a fruitfly. It's like an eternity. Whole civilizations of lacto-bacilli have risen and fallen, effusing their soured exhaust throughout their cool white world. Interestingly enough, some cultures actually use sour milk, unsurprisingly it's the Swedes and Finns, the people who also brought us the culinary terrorism that is lutefisk.