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No, I didn't click on it. I approached this thread with apprehension and sort of sneaked looks at postings, hoping not to see anything that would squick me. (Does anyone else remember that word?) I did, eventually, divine what the baker had used in her bread, though. And I read Jane Smith's posting on humans' inherent disgust at bodily secretions. It made me think of the movie, "Sunday, Bloody Sunday".
A nice married couple with children goes away for the weekend and leaves a couple of friends to babysit. (The plot is really about a rather good looking young man who is in relationships both with a woman, played by Glenda Jackson, and a man, played by Peter Finch.) The young man opens the refrigerator door and tries to take a swig out of a glass bottle of milk. A young girl screams, "No, that's Mummy's milk!" Glenda Jackson says, "Well, I'm sure Mummy wouldn't mind". But the child perseveres, saying that it is for the baby, that he isn't weaned yet, at which point the drinker spurts out the milk in his mouth!
Deb/AGBF
A nice married couple with children goes away for the weekend and leaves a couple of friends to babysit. (The plot is really about a rather good looking young man who is in relationships both with a woman, played by Glenda Jackson, and a man, played by Peter Finch.) The young man opens the refrigerator door and tries to take a swig out of a glass bottle of milk. A young girl screams, "No, that's Mummy's milk!" Glenda Jackson says, "Well, I'm sure Mummy wouldn't mind". But the child perseveres, saying that it is for the baby, that he isn't weaned yet, at which point the drinker spurts out the milk in his mouth!
Deb/AGBF