“There is no use on crying over spilled milk, just pour yourself another glass.”
“The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.”
“Careful, Edmund,” I said. “She eats guys for breakfast.”“Should I pour milk on meself?” Edmund asked me, and grinned.”
“Don't pour beer like milk.”
“I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.”