Calpico

I don’t even know why I bother pouring a glass of cool, refreshing Calpico from the jug into a glass.  The glass ends up completely empty by the time I get back to the couch/desk/wherever I was sitting.

What I need is an IV bag on wheels like in hospitals that can pump a continuous flow of this sweet, delicious nectar straight into my fucking blood stream.

Yeah, its japanese ok.  And yeah, its a milky white color, and maybe it even does have a bit of condensed milk product in it.  So what the hell do you care?  You’ve never even tried it.  It’s citrusy and not too sweet and tastes like Taylor Swift’s tears and I have to drive 45 minutes to the Farmers Market to buy it.  If the Calpico in my fridge could some how find gainful employment in a lucrative career with 401k matching, I’d marry it and spend the rest of my life with it and be perfectly happy with the tax breaks and there’s nothing you can do about it except be jealous.

3 thoughts on “Calpico

  1. Just stumbled on your site by accident, however I love it, so I stayed a bit and looked at the pics.
    Awesome!
    And this drink also sounds awesome, I’ll have to see if I can order some via the internet, and try it, huh?

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