Keep a cow, and the milk won't have to be watered but once.
Circumstantial evidence is occasionally very convincing, as when you find a trout in the milk, to quote Thoreau's example.
I make it my business to extract from Nature what ever nutriment she can furnish me. . . . I milk the sky and the earth.
Milk every moment for all the pleasure you can get from it.
Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.
I don't just like sexual double entendres I love them, I stroke them, I milk them, I spank them when they're naughty.
Animals shouldn't eat gumdrops! They shouldn't drink tea or chocolate milk, either.
I need to know the price of a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs. I need to know right now
The skin is forming because of proteins, just like if you cook milk or anything else that's got a coagulant protein in it.
There is no substitute for milk. Sorry.
I learned that Canadians are furious because Canada is exporting water to the United States. Their lakes are shrinking because they're selling water to the U. S. We water our golf courses and every ice cream shop and every coffee shop in the country because the health inspector has said you have to have a steady stream of water cleaning your spoons that you're frothing milk with and their ice cream scoopers. Are you kidding me? We're wasting all this water while we're sucking it from Canada and they're watching their lakes shrink?
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.
If a cow walked into this room, I'd probably walk out. I could milk it, but my dad never forced me to do a lot of chores like that, mostly because he loved doing it himself.
It's no good crying over spilt milk; all we can do is bail up another cow
I remember as a kid being cold a lot, and hungry sometimes. Wed go to bed with just cornbread and milk, and I remember wearing shoes with holes in the bottom. I remember having twine for shoestrings.
Did you ever fly a kite in bed? Did you ever walk with ten cats on your head? Did you ever milk this kind of cow? Well, we can do it. We know how. If you never did, you should. These things are fun and fun is good.
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
It is sometimes said that we drink our religion with our mother's milk.
It is not well for a man to pray cream and live skim milk.
I've got a library copy of Gone with the Wind, a quart of milk and all these cookies. Wow! What an orgy!