I'm not going to breast-feed. I've put this off so long, I'm sure my milk has expired.

In this one-liner, Rudner uses self-deprecating exaggeration to satirize anxieties around motherhood and the cultural pressure to breast-feed. The joke hinges on treating breast milk like a perishable consumer product with an “expiration date,” a comic misapplication of everyday grocery logic to the body. By framing the decision as procrastination (“put this off so long”), she also pokes fun at adult avoidance and the gap between idealized maternal competence and real ambivalence. The humor works by deflating a morally charged topic into a mundane, absurd concern, inviting laughter at the expectations placed on new mothers and at the speaker’s own neurotic reasoning.