That I had missed this from 2009, the thought of it tears at my loins.  My life’s path would have undoubtedly altered in one of many in an array of seemingly grand time lines in which I would have drank even more milk.  Of course, the thrill and rush in each timeline would have eventually come to a screeching end in which I would awake in a gutter, hopped up on the white nectar; some of which dripping from my face on which it had become scattered from a frantic race to funnel it into my mouth-hole.  So on second though, I guess I’m glad I didn’t discover this in 2009.