SPIT ALL OVER SOMEONE WITH A MOUTHFUL OF MILK IF YOU WANT TO FIND OUT SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR PERSONALITY FAST.

Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread.For he on honey-dew hath fed.And drunk the milk of paradise.

On the frozen tundra, I milked a cow and pumped out ice cream. Strangely, it had chunks of strawberries in it.

Out of love I made you a cake. Also out of milk, eggs, flour, sugar, and vanilla.

I don’t believe that you have to be a cow to know what milk is.

I’ll tend to her as no mother ever tended a child, a daughter. Nobody will ever get my milk no more except my own children. I never had to give it to nobody else–and the...

Funerals, Coffins, and Death. It’s not just a way of life; it’s also for breakfast. Yes, that is the new cereal I’m preparing to launch. Don’t mix it with milk. Pour it on formaldehyde.

When the young womanleans over the sky,about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,her white front splits openuntil her milk runs.

Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard’s house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.

The ideas flow like milk and honey in my land, my mind.

The stranger was as white as a gallon of milk, and I felt the desire to pour his soul into my coffee. I’d drink him like the ghost of my grandpa.

I like to be able to get up and go and buy a pint of milk without bumping into 20 people I know.

I am the kid who sticks her finger in the light socket. I am the person who doesn’t check the expiration date on the milk. I am the idiot who has never looked before she...

Every time you drink a glass of milk or eat a piece of cheese, you harm a mother. Please go vegan.

That is how politics work; if you don’t drink wine they will consider to bring you milk.

I don’t eat celery. I eat raw milk, cheeses.

Show me how to lactate, and I’ll be the best mother a father could be.

If you do not milk the cow fully, it falls sick.

The only time I drink milk is when I drink coffee. I make love the same way—contributing 2% as I just sort of lay there.

Love is a lot like coffee, I once thought as I suckled on a milky nipple. But I was one at the time, so what did I know about coffee?

I need to know the price of a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs. I need to know right now.

Debbie alikuwa akimwangalia Murphy kama paka anavyoangalia maziwa.

Labels are necessary, for dating purposes. I’m not talking about gay versus straight. I’m talking about milk versus its expiration.

The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk.

Whole milk” then you’re obviously not ready to receive a jug of my love. So I’ll just pour it in someone else’s coffee.

Right now I have a milk mustache. I grew it on a cattle ranch, and then glued it to my face.

Lactose intolerant milk?! KISS, MY, DICK!

Hydrogenated and androgynous milky white love is all I have to offer you. Would you like me to pour it in your coffee, or directly into your soul?

The white saucer like some full moon descendsAt last from the clouds of the table above;She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,Transfigured with love.She nestles over the shining rim,Buries her chin in the creamy...

So it happened at last: I was about to become a thief, a cheap milk-stealer. Here was your lash-in-the-pen genius, your one story-writer: a thief.

I love like whole milk. Don’t give me your skim milk commitment.

Men will tolerate what they are used to, even if it’s intolerance. That’s why I still drink milk, even though I’m lactose intolerant. Mamma didn’t raise no bigot.

No milk,” I said.”No milk,” said my sister.I watched my dad think about this. He looked like he was going to suggest that we have something for breakfast that you do not need milk for,...

You can only milk a cow so long, then you’re left holding the pail.