According to The Examiner website there’s an ice cream shop serving up homemade ice cream infused with local women’s breast milk.
And what’s this flavor called? Why, Baby Gaga, of course.
I wonder if American ice cream parlors could get away with this. And would there be a market for it?
I suspect there are plenty who would line up for this icy treat.
Just as the customers slapped their five-dollar-bills down for a splash of breast milk in their drinks at The Hideaway strip club in Stamford twenty years ago. Yup, it was the old lactating-stripper-mother-squirts-milk-shots-into-your-glass trick.
That’s one thing I haven’t tried yet. Making money off my breast milk. I don’t think Thomas would approve.
