People are imperfect, but that doesn’t mean they spoil like milk.
She sighed. Loudly. "Physical appearance is not what is important. " Yeah right. Tell that to any girl who hasn't bothered to put on a presentable shirt or fix her hair because she's only running into the grocery store to get a quart of milk for her grandmother, and who does she see tending the 7-ITEMS-OR-LESS cash register but the guy of her dreams, except she can't even say hi—much less try to develop a meaningful relationship—since she looks like the poster child for the terminally geeky.
Mother's milk leads to everything.
Classic Van Halen made people want to dance and f**k. Modern Van Halen makes you want to drink milk and drive foreign cars.
I have a dream to provide every Chinese, especially children, sufficient milk each day.
It's no good crying over spilt milk; all we can do is bail up another cow
Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
We sucked in atheism with our canned milk.
Farms, whether small or large, are places where slaves are kept. The animals are fattened up to be eaten, or exploited for their ability to make honey or milk, or for their fur, wool or body parts; they are kept as breeders to produce more animals who can in turn be exploited and ultimately sold, slaughtered, and eaten.
Then she took out a speculum the size of a milk shake machine. Even Michelle Duggar would have flinched at this thing, but I had never seen one before.
I actually had a small kangaroo - and I'm not kidding this time. I was holding a small kangaroo, baby kangaroo. . . it was very nice to me this time. Do you know what it did afterward? I gave it some milk, and it just spit it all over me. I was like, Is this a thank-you for just being nice and petting the kangaroo? I got milk all over myself. I guess I deserved that from the story last year.
I mean, there's no point in sittin' around and cryin' about spilt milk. Gotta move on.
These days, you’ve gotta milk a dollar out of every dime.
Oh, let us lose our milk teeth and cut instead the strong teeth of hate and love.
Critic, relent!Your hope for repentanceWill meet with disapppointment. For this is the life,Not desert tents,Not camel's milk!
I like all sorts of chocolate. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, anything.
This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.
I don't eat celery. I eat raw milk, cheeses.
I don't just like sexual double entendres I love them, I stroke them, I milk them, I spank them when they're naughty.
SPIT ALL OVER SOMEONE WITH A MOUTHFUL OF MILK IF YOU WANT TO FIND OUT SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR PERSONALITY FAST.