hey i have a really serious question and i feel like you are the most qualified person on this site to answer this ...... how do milk bags work? do you reseal them? or once it's open there's no going back?
so you’re either the same person who sent this in
or there are are two very different types of people on this website who want to know how milk bags work.
First off, this is what a milk bag looks like
very squishy and cold. We then stick them in these
a canadian rite of passage is learning how to slide the milk bag in properly because if you don’t then too much hangs out and your curse yourself to over-pouring milk until the bag is half done.
Now that the milk bag is in, you gotta cut a little piece of the plastic off in the corner. Normally you’d do this with scissors or a knife but newer containers started coming equipped these things
on the handle and I had no idea until I had to buy a new container for my dorm and I almost cried in the superstore because this is legit the best thing humanity has ever come up with I hope the person who came up with this retires with a million dollars and clear skin
The rip has to be just the right size because you can end up with either a tiny trickle of milk or a miniature Niagara Falls depending on where you make your tear. A rip this size is ideal. Then you just
Stick it in your fridge for your next consumption.
And that has been your intro lecture to Canada 101.
The fourteenth of February marks the day Stiles’ vocabulary vanished leaving just a single word to be uttered in response to Derek’s proposal:
Y E S!
However, the shocked filter doesn’t last long as a veritable torrent of, “Derek”, “I love you”, and praises in both English and Polish tumble from his lips.
“I can’t believe you did all this. And here I thought the only romantic bone in your body was mine.” Stiles’ salacious eyebrow waggling falters slightly at a firm, yet loving, swat to the ass by his chuckling fiancé.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Derek smirks, nosing his way down his jawline to his favorite spot on his neck just below his ear, eliciting a delicious shiver.
“Oh my god, that was terrible,” Stiles chokes on laugh. “Thank god you didn’t lead with that or I would have reconsidered my answer.”
Stiles let out a yelp as Derek nips at a tender spot.
Stiles tilted his head giving him more room to explore.
“Mmm. Yup. Truth is you had me at ‘This is private property.’ There were many very public things I wanted to do to said property.”
Derek eyes flash as he emits a playful growl as his hands slide down to grasp his ass and quickly hoist him up. Stiles’ legs automatically wrap around his hips as a surprised moan barely has time to escape; lips becoming entangled with his own. Blunt teeth gently nibble Stiles’ bottom lip, tongue soothing over the indentations, silently pleading for entrance; a satisfied rumble answers when it’s granted. Derek pulls back just enough to gaze into honeyed eyes filled with love and eternal mischief, slowly engulfed by blown pupils. His right hand cups his jaw, thumb gently traveling across the path of moles to plump, reddened lips.
“Feel like doing some trespassing tonight?”
Stiles tosses his head back, whole body shaking with laughter. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Derek grins brightly at that thought “Not having any second thoughts, are you?”
Stiles’ arms tighten around Derek’s neck, pulling him into passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.
“Not on your life. I love you so much, Der.”
“Love you too, Stiles.”
The night was filled with saccharine whispers, breathless moans,
praises to deities that may not exist, content groans, laughter and love. Stiles may have trespassed all those years ago, but they have since established a home in each other.