I caught a gallon of skim milk hiding in IGA's beer cooler last Friday night. What a wanna-be!
Or maybe someone had a moment of weakness. He waffled between milk for the baby or beer for big daddy. Beer won and milk was abandoned. In these tough economic times, priorities must be set, sacrifices have to be made.
How would you caption this picture?
What creative explanation would you give for why this milk is feeling so out of place?
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All he meant to do was go down to the corner shop for a container of milk. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw them. They were looking for him. They were always looking for him. He could either pay for his milk and be found, or he could leave the milk behind in the closest fridge and get out the back door.
Waldo, the red shirted fugitive and star of many children's books, chose the latter.
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