“Do you want water or milk?” Uncle RJ asks, peeking his head in, startling me just as I was about to reach for the trophy. “Both,” I answer. “Both?” he asks, confused. “Uh, yeah. I like them to be mixed together.” The thought of milk and water mixed together actually makes bile form in the back of my throat, but I’m not as quick on my feet as I would’ve hoped. What host only has milk or water to offer a guest? “Oh, that’s an, uh, an interesting combination.” “Tastes like breastmilk, watered down like that.”
what the hell is wrong with you 😭
