I hate the fact that my cafeteria no longer serves milk. It now serves cartons of juice about the size of my big toenail.
Granted, I've never liked milk much. But I've been drinking that rather sour milk in the soggy cardboard cartons that melt and drip everywhere for the past eleven years. I almost started crying when I looked into the cooler and there was no milk at all.
Then again, that might just because it's that time of month when I turn into a bloodthirsty werewolf...
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy