I can go through a gallon in less than a week easily, so it'd be a real situation for me. Thankfully the bodega down my block stays stocked and we don't really freak out about snow anyways. Should just keep these two around. Spoiler
What the fuck are you doing with a gallon of milk every week? I know you are skinny and can get away with that but are you eating milk and cookies every night before you go to bed? You are from Minnesota you need to be drinking brandy and what ever the craft brew of the week is.
I easily go through a gallon or more a week as well and I don't even eat that much cereal. I do typically drink a few glasses a day.
I prep for a "snow day" (one solid inch of ice) by buying the important stuff: plenty of wine and munchies.
We go through a couple gallons a week. Kids eat cereal for breakfast and drink it throughout the day. I also may or may not have picked up some cake while I was there. To go with the milk. For me. #priorities
Why did no one tell me about this? I could have been celebrating all day, instead I've got mere hours. I taught myself to cut right handed because we had those crappy green-handled scissors in kindergarten. I guess we couldn't be trusted with sharp objects. I showed them though, didn't I?
I shoot left in hockey, everything else I'm a righty. Oh, and left when it comes to celebrating pornography.
I go throw a gallon of whole milk every 3-4 days by myself. Though I am a vegetarian and it helps me get protein.
Oh well played, Doctor Pepper. NOBODY picked up on that before they hit the street? Also I love milk. I've only drank skim since high school, and yes ours are in bags. Does that, like, totally freak you out?
A few months ago I had a guy curse me up one side and down the other over the phone because I wouldn't give him free stuff. I explained to him that there was a reason he was speaking to me, and that was because he'd abused the system and bullied a few of the women I work with to the point of tears. As he was cursing away, I told him that he should possibly explore other options for his business because we clearly were not a viable partner and hung up. He was still cursing. Today, I saw him at a company function and made a point of walking over and introducing myself. The poor fucker turned white. I had a foot of height on him and easily 80lbs. Never mind the whole half psychotic redneck thing. I like to think he learned that the whole "Try to intimidate someone over the phone" schtick may not be the best approach to business.
Self-taught with the advent of National Geographic Magazine, African Titty volume, and Sears and Robuk, "Little Miss Bra Section".
I had a kindergarten teacher that insisted I was a righty and kept trying to make me write that way. All I remember is making backward two's because of it. Huh. Guess I was traumatized. I also self taught putting mascara on right handed. A rather useful endeavor.
First of all, let me just say, personally, as someone of non-traditional handedness, that I object to the term "lefty." It's a derogatory name given to us by our cis-handed oppressors. Check your hand privilege at the door people, it's 2015.
One of my favorite parts about graduating college was never again having to use one of those stupid desks with no left side.