Younger-self, gagged on that nasty stuff.
Never more...
Same here. Id near puke if i smelled the old man drink some, until one Sunday high school morn i was headed to Church and dying with a hangover.
Stopped by the filling station i worked at and asked the old Negro working there what to do. Told him i was dying. He told me and i stopped by the whatever and bought a pint. I mean, i almost fainted when he told me what i had to do. Wouldnt have done it but i was dying.
Held my nose and drank it and went to church. I think it saved me. Dont know which saved me first.
Now days youngsters have had a taste of spoiled homogenized milk and instantly associate the taste with that. Big mistake. I mean, rememder that first taste of a womans peach pie?
