I lie somehow on the couch, a telecoupe, suddenly got me a cup of tea with milk to drink, I call my own:
Make me tea with milk.
Where is the milk?
The refrigerator door in the package.
(The tea is boiled, the tea is made, the milk is poured...)
The milk is fucking.
Oh, what a sad thing, I want to try again, but then...
Not so cute, it turned up again.
Okay, put it next to the garlic, then I’ll make the garlic.
(It takes a couple of hours)
I stand my dishes... I look at the bag of milk lying around the dishwasher...
On the package is written:
Kefir