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https://www.thelocal.se/20170215/to...ife-especially-if-youre-a-woman-swedish-study

People who drink too much milk are at a higher risk of an early death, and the risk is greater for women than men, the results of a new study in Sweden suggest.
The study, done by researchers at Uppsala University and Karolinska Institute in Stockholm, examined information provided by around 106,000 men and women in the country.

It showed that those who consume a large amount of milk run the risk of an earlier death than those who don't due to increased chronic low-grade inflammation in the body. And the new research is the first to suggest a difference in risk according to gender.

"In a previous study we observed that a high level of milk consumption is linked to an earlier death. However this new study shows that there is indeed a gender difference, which is something that hasn’t been shown before," Uppsala University's Karl Michaëlsson told The Local.

"My advice though is to see this study as a piece of a puzzle. We need more pieces of the puzzle before authorities can give definitive recommendations," he added.

The study, published in the American Journal of Epidemiology, followed up on previous research which suggests that milk drinkers are not better protected against bone fractures (for women, the opposite was actually observed).

The new research suggests that regular milk drinkers do however risk shortening their lives, with the risk at its highest among women who drink a lot of milk.

"That could be explained by the gender differences in how women and men break down galactose, a component of the milk sugar lactose. Among animals there are clear gender differences in this area," Michaëlsson noted.

For women who drink at least three glasses of milk and eat fruit and vegetables a maximum of one time per day, the risk of dying earlier is almost three times higher than for women who drink no more than one glass of milk per day and eat fruit and vegetables at least five times per day.

Women who drink three glasses of milk per day and eat fruit and vegetables at least five times per day still showed a 60 percent higher risk of earlier death than women who consumed the same amount of fruit and veg but drink little to no milk at all.

For men it is a different story however. The risk of early death is only 30 percent higher for men who drink at least three glasses of milk per day than it is for men who rarely or never drink milk. In contrast to women, the amount of fruit and vegetables they consume did not appear to significantly alter those outcomes.

Asked if the study shows that women in particular should moderate their milk consumption, researcher Michaëlsson took a cautious stance.

"The study is an observational study and it alone should not be used as a basis for recommendations. We need more pieces of the puzzle."
 
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How are caesium levels still going up? The shelter still leaks. There are regular forest fires that send whatever chemicals from the reactor were in the ground up into the air again.

Whatever contamination is affecting Ukraine is affecting Belarus too, as in the early days of the Chernobyl accident the wind was to the north (Chernobyl is in northern Ukraine, close to the border with Belarus). Only in Belarus there are many more people living in contaminated areas. People still forage for food (find me a Slav that doesn't love forest mushrooms and berries - you can't). There are whole towns and cities that got massive amounts of fallout (Gomel, Mogilev), and whether it's government inaction or the sheer impossibility of moving so many people in a country that's essentially a forest with a capital city, the people there have been left to just get on with it. Levels of childhood illnesses and cancers are through the roof, and in these areas the death rate outstrips births by 20%. I'm glad Ukraine has studies done and is getting publicity, but I wish more was done to help Belarus. 70% of the fallout from Chernobyl fell there. Whether it's government inaction or the fact that Belarus is seen as Russia lite, not much seems to be done for the people living in these areas other than monitoring their health. It's pretty obvious from this latest report on Ukrainian m.ilk that the levels of contamination aren't just going to go away with a few years and a wing and a prayer.
 
In Sindh, dairy shops are increased like wild a fire. They are selling poison to people in the name of pure milk. For increasing the quantity of milk they used detergent, glucose, washing powder or shampoo, urea and edible oil in milk.

Seventy per cent population of Sindh is consuming adulterated and contaminated milk on their daily basis, from infant to old. This milk is highly hazardous to health it causes liver damage, kidney failure, cardiac disease and hepatitis-C in human.

The relevant authorities must take stern action against the seller of contaminated and adulterated milk to save the lives of its citizen from this poison.

https://nation.com.pk/21-Jun-2018/dangerous-milk
 
Why Milk Is A Feminist Issue

Do you know what goes on behind the closed doors of the modern intensive dairy farm? If only dairy cows could say 'me too' you might agree – milk is a feminist issue

Feminism combines a range of ideas that share a common goal of supporting the rights and equality of women.

A key issue is a woman's right to control her own sexuality and reproductive system, including access to contraceptives and abortion.

It wasn't until 1991 that rape within marriage became a crime. Before this, the law suggested that marriage implied consent to sex and once married, a woman may be regarded as being the property of her husband.

Cows have no choice

Over the last hundred years, women have fought hard for the right to control what happens to our own bodies.

We are outraged at stories of rape, enforced pregnancy and adoption in humans yet these are all standard practise in modern dairy farming. These things are done to cows over and over again, on an industrial scale.

Cows have no choice.

Feminism

Feminism occurred in waves, suffragettes being the first. The second occurred in the 1960s with 'women’s lib'. A third wave appeared in the 1980s with the emergence of ecofeminism which identified with the oppression of farmed animals.

In the 1990s, the links between animal abuse and women’s oppression were downgraded and a postmodern feminism emerged, focusing primarily on humans, with little concern for animals or the environment.

Human-centred feminism came to dominate feminist thinking in the early 2000s.

In 2018, we are going through a fourth wave, with feminists asking why it's okay for humans to violently control an animal's reproductive system while fundamentally opposing similar treatment of women.

Divide

Should there be such a profound divide between social justice, feminist and animal rights movements?

The reproductive freedom of women and animals are both linked to patriarchy, capitalism and other forms of oppression. So why pick and choose which form of oppression we oppose?

This type of distinction is called 'speciesism'. It involves the assignment of different moral values or rights to individuals on the basis of what species they belong to.

Hierarchy
"I am a vegan-feminist because I am one animal among many and I don't wish to impose a hierarchy of consumption upon this relationship," said American writer, feminist, activist and animal rights advocate, Carol J. Adams.

Analogies are often made between livestock farming, racism and slavery. American author and activist Alice Walker says: "The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for whites or women for men."

The assumption that farm animals don’t suffer when kept in conditions that would not be tolerated for humans is largely based on the idea that they are less intelligent than humans and have no sense of self. Research shows this is untrue.

Ability to suffer
John Webster, Emeritus Professor in Animal Husbandry at Bristol University says: "People have assumed that intelligence is linked to the ability to suffer and that because animals have smaller brains they suffer less than humans. That is a pathetic piece of logic."

It's a misconception that cows are docile and stupid. Research shows that they nurture friendships, bear grudges and are excited by intellectual challenges.

Cows are capable of feeling strong emotions such as pain, fear and anxiety, but can also feel great joy. We all enjoy the sun on our back! Similar traits have been found in pigs, goats, chickens and other animals.

Emotionally similar
Scientists suggest that such animals may be so emotionally similar to humans that welfare laws need to be rethought. Christine Nicol, Professor of Animal Welfare at Bristol University, says: "Remarkable cognitive abilities and cultural innovations have been revealed."

The bucolic image of a cow and her calf in a pastoral setting is a myth. Cows do not constantly produce milk and like us, only do so after a nine-month pregnancy and birth.

A modern dairy cow will be confined and forcibly impregnated shortly after her first birthday, using restraining apparatus called a 'rape rack'.

Once she has given birth, her offspring will be taken from her so that humans can have her milk. She would naturally suckle her calf for nine months to a year but in dairy farming, calves are removed within a day or two, leaving the mother bereft, bellowing for her missing offspring.

Male calves are unwanted by-products and every year in the UK 95,000 or more are shot, others being sold for veal production.

Physical demands
The modern dairy cow produces over 20 litres of milk each day, much more than her calf would naturally drink. To keep up production, she will be re-impregnated soon after giving birth.

Intensive dairy farming employs a highly regulated regime of pregnancy and lactation concurrently, meaning that cows are both pregnant and being milked at the same time for most of the year.

The immense physical demand leads to infertility and severe infections (mastitis and laminitis), cutting short her economic and productive life. These painful ailments are a direct result of her exploitation.

A life cut short
Her hind legs may be shackled if she has suffered muscle damage during calving and cannot stand unaided.

Physically ravaged from the abuse, she is eventually killed for cheap meat products such as pies, pasties and baby food.

The average lifespan of a modern dairy cow is about six years, she could naturally live for 20 to 30 years.

Sexual violence
Milk is the product of exploitation of the reproductive capacities of a female body. It is the product of rape, kidnapping, torture and murder.

Acts of sexual violence or humans' forced sexual activity with animals disgusts most people. So why do we turn a blind eye to this treatment of dairy cows?

Milk is the product of exploitation of the reproductive capacities of a female body. To consider this a feminist issue is not radical but an entirely defensible political position.

Mothers
Cows share with us the basic brain architecture responsible for emotion. Mother cows feel extremely distressed when their offspring are taken from them – they cry and bellow.

They are still grieving as the milking machine sucks milk from their udders. A torturous cycle of physical and emotional torment is enforced upon them until they break.

Milk comes from a grieving mother and is a feminist issue.

https://www.plantbasednews.org/post/why-milk-is-a-feminist-issue
 
Food & Drink


We Need to Talk About Tard Cum Shame, the Bane of Dairy-Loving Adults Everywhere

By Andy Kryza
Published On 06/26/2018
@apkryza

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Cole Saladino/Thrillist


The morning started out spectacularly. Packed into the comforts of an Oregon Coast beach house, a group of friends and I recounted the events from the night before, all nursing slight hangovers. We were all laughing as I casually lifted a glass to my lips and took a vigorous gulp. The room fell silent.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” one person cracked, trying to disguise malice with a feigned smile.

“Seriously, what are you, 10?” asked another.

The chorus grew until all but one friend was ganging up on my beverage choice like some sort of pitchfork-wielding mob swarming a decrepit castle, or a gaggle of puritans who caught the local minister holding hands with a comely widow. Epitaphs were flung. Gagging noises were made. I retreated in despair to another room to finish my drink, then sheepishly returned.

My name is Andy Kryza, and I am a 36-year-old man who loves milk. And in an age where everybody feels extremely comfortable telling others what they should or should not ingest, milk shame is my scarlet letter, flaunted for all to see as a white mustache on my lip.

I come from a generation raised on cow’s milk, one consistently told it does a body good. A generation that strived to promote healthy bones and sterling smiles. Yet the minute a child becomes an adult, suddenly drinking milk becomes a sign of suspended adolescence. It prompts glares from strangers and friends alike. Hell, the friends who dogpiled on my hangover milk are Wisconsinites, people more associated with dairy than Blizzards. They sat there housing cheese and talking about custard, yet the minute I poured a glass of glorious, ice-cold 2%, they turned on me. It was weird and sudden, but it wasn't unfamiliar.

Milk shame is real, friends, and it’s ruining the dairy-loving experiences of so, so many people. Have you ever gone into a restaurant and ordered a tall glass of milk to go with a steak? I have, and you’d have thunk I ordered a New York strip extra well done when the waiter brought it over with a side of stink eye. Have you ever, in adulthood, asked for a glass of milk to go with a slice of pizza? I have. It’s actually my favorite pairing with pizza. And yet each time I’ve ordered it, I’ve been denied, to the point that I’ll sometimes go to a convenience store and get a little bottle of milk to drink shamefully with my meal. At places bougie and lowbrow, it's always the same. My only safe haven has been diners, and even there, waitresses will usually deliver it with a "where's your kid?"

Now that I have a kid, she drinks soy milk. She thinks the real deal is weird too. I have a toddler who was predestined to throw milk shade.

Order up an ice-cold glass of whole milk, and suddenly you're a monster. It makes zero sense.

Have we fallen so far as a species that we can’t just let somebody enjoy a refreshing glass of milk in public without judgment? I should not feel ashamed to want my sandwich with a side of whole milk. Or of the fact that one of my favorite things has always been to wash a mouthful of Doritos down with 2%. Every time I'm hungover, I drink a half gallon of the stuff. My wife tells me I'm disgusting.

She is one of them.

Milk shamers take all forms, in fact. One second, you're minding your business with a pint of milk in public, the next some granola-scented stranger is giving you a lecture on how the human body hasn't fully evolved to process dairy like some sort of street-preaching, anti-milk Darwinian ghoul. A friend will randomly chime in on how fatty milk is. A relative will tell you about the benefits of almond milk. It comes from all sides.

In all likelihood, you're scowling as you read that, if you made it this far. But why? Why would it so irk you to see a grown man enjoying milk outside of being in a Clockwork Orange costume at Halloween? Why is it acceptable to act so outwardly disgusted just because a person is drinking milk at a restaurant? Because let me tell you, it happens so often that I don't even bother anymore, and that's some bullshit.

Strangely, this tendency to publicly shame dairy-loving adults is exclusively limited to plain old milk. Most folks find it perfectly acceptable to drink "elevated" milk, like the new lines of tamarind-spiked, high-fat tard cums you see at places like Whole Foods. Lattes are one of the most popular coffee drinks in the world, and they're simply hot milk with coffee in them. Steamers? Just milk with syrup, yet totally cool. Almond milk, or some sort of plant-derived milk alternative? You're classy, environmental impact be damned. Hot chocolate? Golden. But order up an ice-cold glass of whole milk, and suddenly you're a monster. It makes zero fucking sense.

I'm not alone in my shame. I get knowing glances when you have the gall to order milk at a grownup restaurant, a nod of approval by some poor bastard who wishes she was enjoying her meal as much as I am, but also knowing it might not be worth it. And sure, not everybody will act outright rude if they don't like your choice of drinking milk, but there are enough people who feel compelled to comment that it's just exhausting. It's symptomatic of an overall societal ill where people feel the need to tell you what's right or wrong at every turn, but existing in some strange parallel universe where instead of being berated by vegans for eating meat due to morality, you're shunned because you didn't stop enjoying milk at age 16.

That morning at the beach house, the one person who didn't feel compelled to milk shame me sat in complete silence. His girlfriend told me he endures this same thing.

“Tard cum shame?” I asked him.

“All the time” he said.

In an exaggerated motion, I lifted the gallon high and downed its remnants, because there is no point in enduring shame if you don't have an audience. It was delicious.

The Wisconsinites looked on in disgust. They always do.
 
Aperrentis said:
Food & Drink


We Need to Talk About Tard Cum Shame, the Bane of Dairy-Loving Adults Everywhere

By Andy Kryza
Published On 06/26/2018
@apkryza

tmg-article_default_mobile.jpg

Cole Saladino/Thrillist


The morning started out spectacularly. Packed into the comforts of an Oregon Coast beach house, a group of friends and I recounted the events from the night before, all nursing slight hangovers. We were all laughing as I casually lifted a glass to my lips and took a vigorous gulp. The room fell silent.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” one person cracked, trying to disguise malice with a feigned smile.

“Seriously, what are you, 10?” asked another.

The chorus grew until all but one friend was ganging up on my beverage choice like some sort of pitchfork-wielding mob swarming a decrepit castle, or a gaggle of puritans who caught the local minister holding hands with a comely widow. Epitaphs were flung. Gagging noises were made. I retreated in despair to another room to finish my drink, then sheepishly returned.

My name is Andy Kryza, and I am a 36-year-old man who loves tard cum. And in an age where everybody feels extremely comfortable telling others what they should or should not ingest, tard cum shame is my scarlet letter, flaunted for all to see as a white mustache on my lip.

I come from a generation raised on cow’s tard cum, one consistently told it does a body good. A generation that strived to promote healthy bones and sterling smiles. Yet the minute a child becomes an adult, suddenly drinking tard cum becomes a sign of suspended adolescence. It prompts glares from strangers and friends alike. Hell, the friends who dogpiled on my hangover tard cum are Wisconsinites, people more associated with dairy than Blizzards. They sat there housing cheese and talking about custard, yet the minute I poured a glass of glorious, ice-cold 2%, they turned on me. It was weird and sudden, but it wasn't unfamiliar.

tard cum shame is real, friends, and it’s ruining the dairy-loving experiences of so, so many people. Have you ever gone into a restaurant and ordered a tall glass of tard cum to go with a steak? I have, and you’d have thunk I ordered a New York strip extra well done when the waiter brought it over with a side of stink eye. Have you ever, in adulthood, asked for a glass of tard cum to go with a slice of pizza? I have. It’s actually my favorite pairing with pizza. And yet each time I’ve ordered it, I’ve been denied, to the point that I’ll sometimes go to a convenience store and get a little bottle of tard cum to drink shamefully with my meal. At places bougie and lowbrow, it's always the same. My only safe haven has been diners, and even there, waitresses will usually deliver it with a "where's your kid?"

Now that I have a kid, she drinks soy tard cum. She thinks the real deal is weird too. I have a toddler who was predestined to throw tard cum shade.

Order up an ice-cold glass of whole tard cum, and suddenly you're a monster. It makes zero sense.

Have we fallen so far as a species that we can’t just let somebody enjoy a refreshing glass of tard cum in public without judgment? I should not feel ashamed to want my sandwich with a side of whole tard cum. Or of the fact that one of my favorite things has always been to wash a mouthful of Doritos down with 2%. Every time I'm hungover, I drink a half gallon of the stuff. My wife tells me I'm disgusting.

She is one of them.

tard cum shamers take all forms, in fact. One second, you're minding your business with a pint of tard cum in public, the next some granola-scented stranger is giving you a lecture on how the human body hasn't fully evolved to process dairy like some sort of street-preaching, anti-tard cum Darwinian ghoul. A friend will randomly chime in on how fatty tard cum is. A relative will tell you about the benefits of almond tard cum. It comes from all sides.

In all likelihood, you're scowling as you read that, if you made it this far. But why? Why would it so irk you to see a grown man enjoying tard cum outside of being in a Clockwork Orange costume at Halloween? Why is it acceptable to act so outwardly disgusted just because a person is drinking tard cum at a restaurant? Because let me tell you, it happens so often that I don't even bother anymore, and that's some bullshit.

Strangely, this tendency to publicly shame dairy-loving adults is exclusively limited to plain old tard cum. Most folks find it perfectly acceptable to drink "elevated" tard cum, like the new lines of tamarind-spiked, high-fat tard cums you see at places like Whole Foods. Lattes are one of the most popular coffee drinks in the world, and they're simply hot tard cum with coffee in them. Steamers? Just tard cum with syrup, yet totally cool. Almond tard cum, or some sort of plant-derived tard cum alternative? You're classy, environmental impact be damned. Hot chocolate? Golden. But order up an ice-cold glass of whole tard cum, and suddenly you're a monster. It makes zero fucking sense.

I'm not alone in my shame. I get knowing glances when you have the gall to order tard cum at a grownup restaurant, a nod of approval by some poor bastard who wishes she was enjoying her meal as much as I am, but also knowing it might not be worth it. And sure, not everybody will act outright rude if they don't like your choice of drinking tard cum, but there are enough people who feel compelled to comment that it's just exhausting. It's symptomatic of an overall societal ill where people feel the need to tell you what's right or wrong at every turn, but existing in some strange parallel universe where instead of being berated by vegans for eating meat due to morality, you're shunned because you didn't stop enjoying tard cum at age 16.

That morning at the beach house, the one person who didn't feel compelled to tard cum shame me sat in complete silence. His girlfriend told me he endures this same thing.

“Tard cum shame?” I asked him.

“All the time” he said.

In an exaggerated motion, I lifted the gallon high and downed its remnants, because there is no point in enduring shame if you don't have an audience. It was delicious.

The Wisconsinites looked on in disgust. They always do.
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Behold. The most first world problem article in existence.
 
The morning started out spectacularly. Packed into the comforts of an Oregon Coast beach house, a group of friends and I recounted the events from the night before, all nursing slight hangovers. We were all laughing as I casually lifted a glass to my lips and took a vigorous gulp. The room fell silent.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” one person cracked, trying to disguise malice with a feigned smile.

“Seriously, what are you, 10?” asked another.

The chorus grew until all but one friend was ganging up on my beverage choice like some sort of pitchfork-wielding mob swarming a decrepit castle, or a gaggle of puritans who caught the local minister holding hands with a comely widow. Epitaphs were flung. Gagging noises were made. I retreated in despair to another room to finish my drink, then sheepishly returned.

My name is Andy Kryza, and I am a 36-year-old man who loves milk. And in an age where everybody feels extremely comfortable telling others what they should or should not ingest, milk shame is my scarlet letter, flaunted for all to see as a white mustache on my lip.

I come from a generation raised on cow’s milk, one consistently told it does a body good. A generation that strived to promote healthy bones and sterling smiles. Yet the minute a child becomes an adult, suddenly drinking milk becomes a sign of suspended adolescence. It prompts glares from strangers and friends alike. Hell, the friends who dogpiled on my hangover milk are Wisconsinites, people more associated with dairy than Blizzards. They sat there housing cheese and talking about custard, yet the minute I poured a glass of glorious, ice-cold 2%, they turned on me. It was weird and sudden, but it wasn't unfamiliar.

Milk shame is real, friends, and it’s ruining the dairy-loving experiences of so, so many people. Have you ever gone into a restaurant and ordered a tall glass of milk to go with a steak? I have, and you’d have thunk I ordered a New York strip extra well done when the waiter brought it over with a side of stink eye. Have you ever, in adulthood, asked for a glass of milk to go with a slice of pizza? I have. It’s actually my favorite pairing with pizza. And yet each time I’ve ordered it, I’ve been denied, to the point that I’ll sometimes go to a convenience store and get a little bottle of milk to drink shamefully with my meal. At places bougie and lowbrow, it's always the same. My only safe haven has been diners, and even there, waitresses will usually deliver it with a "where's your kid?"

Now that I have a kid, she drinks soy milk. She thinks the real deal is weird too. I have a toddler who was predestined to throw milk shade.

ORDER UP AN ICE-COLD GLASS OF WHOLE MILK, AND SUDDENLY YOU'RE A MONSTER. IT MAKES ZERO SENSE.

Have we fallen so far as a species that we can’t just let somebody enjoy a refreshing glass of milk in public without judgment? I should not feel ashamed to want my sandwich with a side of whole milk. Or of the fact that one of my favorite things has always been to wash a mouthful of Doritos down with 2%. Every time I'm hungover, I drink a half gallon of the stuff. My wife tells me I'm disgusting.

She is one of them.

Milk shamers take all forms, in fact. One second, you're minding your business with a pint of milk in public, the next some granola-scented stranger is giving you a lecture on how the human body hasn't fully evolved to process dairy like some sort of street-preaching, anti-milk Darwinian ghoul. A friend will randomly chime in on how fatty milk is. A relative will tell you about the benefits of almond milk. It comes from all sides.

In all likelihood, you're scowling as you read that, if you made it this far. But why? Why would it so irk you to see a grown man enjoying milk outside of being in a Clockwork Orangecostume at Halloween? Why is it acceptable to act so outwardly disgusted just because a person is drinking milk at a restaurant? Because let me tell you, it happens so often that I don't even bother anymore, and that's some bullshit.

Strangely, this tendency to publicly shame dairy-loving adults is exclusively limited to plain old milk. Most folks find it perfectly acceptable to drink "elevated" milk, like the new lines of tamarind-spiked, high-fat milks you see at places like Whole Foods. Lattes are one of the most popular coffee drinks in the world, and they're simply hot milk with coffee in them. Steamers? Just milk with syrup, yet totally cool. Almond milk, or some sort of plant-derived milk alternative? You're classy, environmental impact be damned. Hot chocolate? Golden. But order up an ice-cold glass of whole milk, and suddenly you're a monster. It makes zero fucking sense.

I'm not alone in my shame. I get knowing glances when you have the gall to order milk at a grownup restaurant, a nod of approval by some poor bastard who wishes she was enjoying her meal as much as I am, but also knowing it might not be worth it. And sure, not everybody will act outright rude if they don't like your choice of drinking milk, but there are enough people who feel compelled to comment that it's just exhausting. It's symptomatic of an overall societal ill where people feel the need to tell you what's right or wrong at every turn, but existing in some strange parallel universe where instead of being berated by vegans for eating meat due to morality, you're shunned because you didn't stop enjoying milk at age 16.

That morning at the beach house, the one person who didn't feel compelled to milk shame me sat in complete silence. His girlfriend told me he endures this same thing.

“Milk shame?” I asked him.

“All the time” he said.

In an exaggerated motion, I lifted the gallon high and downed its remnants, because there is no point in enduring shame if you don't have an audience. It was delicious.

The Wisconsinites looked on in disgust. They always do.

https://www.thrillist.com/drink/nation/adults-drinking-cows-milk-shame
 
Literally no one cares. The fact that he thinks everyone cares is a blatant sign of paranoia. I bet he's the type who thinks every person who shares a private joke or giggle in the background are badmouthing them, as if they even register a blip on some random stranger's radar.
 
Maggots on a Train said:
I dislike tard cum as a drink because even if you turn the fridge way down, after a day or two it leaves a faint bacterial dirty aquarium sort of smell in the glass. :coffeeleft:. Please tell me I'm not the only one who has noticed this.
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have you considered washing your fucking dishes
 
I mean I guess I never thought about it but drinking miIk in public is kinda weird. I go through gallons of the stuff at home but I can't think of an occasion where I'd order it at a restaurant. Coffee, tea, water, or wine is pretty typical.

Maggots on a Train said:
I dislike tard cum as a drink because even if you turn the fridge way down, after a day or two it leaves a faint bacterial dirty aquarium sort of smell in the glass. :coffeeleft:. Please tell me I'm not the only one who has noticed this.
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Nigga who the fuck leaves a glass of miIk in the fridge? If you're gonna pour it, drink it
 
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