Tonight mom and dad were all, "Hey Juj, do you want some milk?"
And I was all, "Do you even have to ask!? Bring on the boobies!"
I was a little confused, I mean, milk comes in boobies, sometimes bottles, but not my cup. Nonetheless, I'm not one to turn down food. Or drinks. Or things that look suspiciously like food or drinks.
It did not taste like boobie-flavored boobie. Mom was all, "It's milk from a cow!"
Hey mom? Do you buy Lemon-Lime soda? No, you buy Sprite. So don't try and give me some impostor milk like I won't know the difference. Not cool.