I did not drink coffee until I began working as a boom man where the Fraser River flows. The old boys drank it fucking strong, fucking sweet and milky as a fucking porn star's face. Only one kind of milk would do: a can of Carnation. We did not have a refrigerator in either of the lunch rooms the big spread out crew were provided but we did have running water so a piece of aluminum foil was pressed over the top of the can which was placed in the sink below the faucet which dripped cold water atop it to keep it cool. To my knowledge no one died of faucet cooled Carnation milk poisoning.
'Carnation milk, best in the lan'
Comes to the table in a little red can.
No teats to pull, no hay to pitch
Just punch a hole in the sonofabitch.'
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