In jail we got one 8oz box of milk every morning. It was from a place called Sarah Farms. I always thought their logo was pretty creepy....a crazy looking big eyed cow with a skirt on that may have mad cow disease. The cartons had little jokes on them. There were only 5 or so different jokes, so the novelty of reading them dissipated quickly. One example was, "why did the banana go to the doctor? Because he wasn't peeling well" yah. Those kind of jokes.
Today I am grateful to be able to buy and drink as much of and whatever quality of milk I desire. Errrryday. I'm also grateful that I can drink it whenever I want, and don't have to wait for the chow cart to roll in.
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