You know there are about a dozen ways you can partake of this very versatile beverage of chocolate and malt.
Dipping your spoon into a whole tin of the good brown stuff is one of them. We used to do that as kids.
Anyway our recent trip up to KK proved to be a little Milo adventure of sorts. We had Milo almost everyday, in all its various forms, even pouring it down our throats from sachets. And this coming from a couple of addicted caffiene-maniacs, was surprising. It is no wonder then that Malaysia consumes 90% of the world's Milo production. Staggering!
Well in some whisky-induced, semi-drunken stupor just the other day, the topic of what kind of Milo Man a girl would want, cropped up. Yes don't ask me wadafark. I told you it was whisky-induced no? =)) That is, if you could compare your man/boy to a cuppa of the drink (in all its incarnations), which would it be? A nice steaming hot cup to keep you all warm and fuzzy? Perhaps with chunky icecubes, cool and collected, to quench your deepest desires. Maybe you want your man raw and naked (read open), granulated powder form and all? Or really strong and full of character, like how they pile on more undissolved stuff in a
Dinosaur. Someone volunteered that he tried breaking an egg into his Milo once and that got the girls giggling about his virility.
And then this
charbor who was keeping strangely quiet throughout the entire bawdy discourse dropped a sobering bombshell.
When I order a Godzilla, what I really want is the Vanilla ice-cream inside.Someone make sense of that very deep remark for me please =))
Labels: Musings