Before and After

Last night, Matt and I were sitting around and drinking some Duck-Rabbit beer while I studied and he read some book about organic food (I dunno, he's weird), when I accidentally spilled some of the beer on the couch.  As I went to the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels, I emitted a disappointed and pathetic whimper.  Matt's response:

Don't cry over spilled milk stout.

It's probably the only funny thing he's said since I've known him, so this is a pretty big deal.