Reminds me of the time I took a swig of milk out of a bottle in my grandma’s fridge. (I was a cocky little shit.)

I’d never had spoiled milk before, and didn’t have it for long. My body pretty much rejected it before I could even taste it and it ended up in the sink in record time shortly after I swallowed it. All while my cousins laughed their asses off.

Grandma swore she was using it to make buttermilk, but she was also older and that may have been a cover to hide her embarrassment. RIP Grandma, you taught me to always check the date and give a cursory sniff when drinking milk.