When I was an alcoholic I diagnosed myself with lactose intolerance. I’d have the Gatling Shits and wonder ‘Hmm was it the 14 tallboy cans of beer last night or the half liter of milk I had for lunch? Must have been the milk.’

I didnt get lactose intolerance until I was in my 30s. So weird that my body just decided “Nah, Im good with dairy products” all on it’s own.

Really wish I would have discovered that earlier in life, before I developed my crippling cocoa pebbles addiction.

Guess you only got a little trial period of lactase persistence, as a treat, but it ran out too soon.