Knocked Up - My First Official Preggo Craving

Apart from the verboten sushi, that is...

'Twas a pint glass of ice cold milk lightly tinged with Nesquick. I chugged that fucker like the slutty sorority sister at a frat house wet t-shirt beer bong competition.

I usually only drink milk when it's adulterated with lots of coffee. So that immediate "WANT!" slobbering forth from every cell of my hormonal id was weird indeed.

I only pray further cravings don't involve anything difficult to get here in Rome, like Mexican or cheddar cheese or Dr.Pepper...shit, I think I just Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man-ed myself...