For those who want to actually post a review:

https://www.walmart.com/ip/Great-Value-2-Reduced-Fat-Milk-Gallon-Refrigerated/10450115?classType=REGULAR

Feel free to find equally stupid shit to review

lactose intolerant. saw the hat man. 3/10

The butterfat was exquisite but my fridge door isn’t strong enough to store it, so I keep it on the main shelf, but I had to move the HP sauce so things are a bit crazy here right now.

It is not a wall, but I wanted a wall from WALLmart. Very disappointed 0 stars

5/5 people buy this white colored water so I can buy cheaper heavy whipping cream and whole milk

Triggers my lactose intolerance like nobody’s business

There will be dozens if not hundreds or thousands of people who legitimately review that jug of milk for Walmart for free.

Just one glass gives me a full days worth of vitamin R!

Recieved femboy milk instead, which is great. Tasted very good. 4 stars, would be 5 if they always shipped femboy milk rather than just by accident.

Most milk does a body good.

This milk does a body okay.

2% milk, other 99% is chemicals that turn the frogs gay (joke)

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More interesting in roasting you for drinking the LaCroix of milk.

Not cowgirl breast milk, very disappointing

You know when you take that first spoonful of New England clam chowder and it’s like the universe whispers, “Slow down, buddy, you’re home now”? My family treated chowder like a sacred ritual…snowstorm outside, pot simmering inside, everyone pretending not to notice that my cousin Jimmy always stole the oyster crackers just to crush them up into fine cracker dust. And then use those as his own personal hacky sacks until the bags exploded.

You know when the steam fogs your glasses and suddenly you’re back in your grandparents’ kitchen, watching mammy stir the pot with the same wooden spoon that’s she’d had since before you were born? That spoon could have otherwise been a magic wand with the wonders she could prepare in that kitchen.

Sadly, mammy passed a few years back. Jimmy died a couple of days ago. OD’d on fentanyl; aspirated on a piece of potato from the chowder we had prepared together for lunch that day. He was looking pretty gaunt by then, and I thought cooking a big pot would bring back a little of the magic, like old times again.

Anyway, the rest of this gallon here still sits in my fridge. Aging day by day, slowly headed towards its expire date. Much like the rest of us. But maybe this review will be retained for some time long after. 5/5 - Rest well Jimmy, you’re home now. I miss you.