Ovaltine Makes You Gay As Hell

I honestly can’t cook worth a damn. I know that’s not very Atomic Age housewife of me, but honestly I’d be more of a “feed my family frozen dinners in front of the television while hiding in the closet eating Valium by the handful as if I lived in a Rolling Stones song” type back then. Anyway, dust off the Naugahyde seats of your Futoro House and gather round, because today I wanna talk about Ovaltine.