First there was the trip to the cafeteria for some calories (vendoland garlic cheese bread–good for the chloresterol–gets it right up there), and whilst perusing the selections available I spy something I have never heard of, much less would have dreamed up:
Orange Flavored Milk.
I kid you not. There, in the same section as the Cow Flavored Milk (nothing wrong with tradition, I says) and the Chocolate Flavored Milk (big improvement) and the Strawberry Flavored Milk (not my thing, but I can understand it) was something orange in a similar bottle. I’m thinking juice, like some milk companies deal in on the side. But no, it said right on the label: Orange Flavored Milk. It’s one of those things you just stare at and mentally tell yourself that you cannot be seeing. Like Emo Phillips.
Back from the experience, I’m catching up on old Dave Barry columns when he mentions this stuff. From their site:
Evidently, the hornets (which are evidently huge) kill insects, chew them into little meatballs, and feed them to their larvae, who then puke it up in the form of the greatest endurance enhancer the world has ever seen. Yes, yes, I know that honey is bee vomit, but it’s from cute, fuzzy li’l honeybees. Baby puke from giant killer monster bugs (40 human deaths a year) is just disturbing.
Daily dose of surreality for me, I guess. How’s that for pointless??