I used to come home from school, bust out a tall glass of milk, stir in some Nestle Quik, then grab a red vine, bite off both ends and use it for a straw. The only thing better than that was when I'd bring my lady friends home, and we'd share the choco-milk with two red vine straws. Well, maybe the only thing better could have been when little chunks of the powered Quik would get sucked up in the straw as a whole clump, undisolved by the nectar of the cold cow's milk. It would be like a little treat you'd chew on, hell, maybe even bite off some of the straw and chew that with the powdery chunk. Life was easier then. I didn't get 50 spam comments a day on motherfuton. Instead I walked around nodding my head to the beats of the Beastie's and chilaxin in the storage room off my garage. Comments are now closed. But feel free to continue to enjoy sporadic, pointless postings here at the big mofu. Yes, it is a double for Motherf*cker.