milk

One time we had a sleepover at Stu's house. We were down in the basement playing Dungeons and Dragons, and we were all wired on soda and junk food. It must have been four or five in the morning. I'm not sure why, but I started yelling,

»MILK! MILK!«

We laughed. A lot. It was the funniest thing I had ever done, at the time.

Unfortunately, whenever I'm with someone who was there that night, all those years ago, they never neglect to ask me if I want a glass of milk.