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Salt a slug and shame a hero.
Just one more question, Pilgrim. How far up your ass do you want my boot?
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
My mom has an English accent, so we always referred to the trunk as the 'boot.' And then, suddenly, we moved to Georgia and I would say things like 'open the boot' with a bit of an accent, and I quickly realized I had to adapt; that kind of thing will get you beat up!
Stop stealing the funeral meats right now, you wee scuggers!" She shouted.
The Feegles stopped and stared at her. Then Rob Anybody said: "Socks wi'oot feets?
Getawayfrommeyoumiserablelittlecreep.
I've always liked boots. I always think it's better to wear a boot, not a shoe.
we steady thud of wind with lungs that empty moon, fill it back up with shine, feed my feet to pig iron anklets biting flesh where i am link. i will break. bleed, crack. shatter. crush.
i'ma smash outta this choir, come up gasping new breath, my name burned clean, made mine
Get your filthy paws off my son, feet pue tan! Cherise
This is the way to the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out.
Slowly we have lifeted ourselves by our own bootstraps. Step by halting step, we have beat our way back
Baby Feet (Again) Jimmy
To steale the Hog, and give the feet for almes.
[To steal the hog, and give the feet to alms.]
I didn't even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There'd probably be a apocalypse or something.
I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.
My boots use recycled electronics and recycled plastics from the ocean.
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
Clinging to each other won't save you maggots when the boot falls!
I' a word that's let you Die
The boot, which was dull black and square-heeled, the motorcycle boot of persons who did not own motorcycles but wore the boots of those who did.
Well-apparel'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
So we're talking into death? (Alix)
Gods, I hope not. I don't have on the right boots for it. These are only good for a mild ass-whipping. (Devyn)
I'm steel-toed boots in a ballet-slipper world.
Repent soul, Revive spirit.
Bill was buying shoe-shines for Mike. Bootblacks opened the street door and each one Bill called over and started to work on Mike. "This is the eleventh time my boots have been polished," Mike said. "I say, Bill is an ass.
Turning on her heel, Eve
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
The first year of the Boot Ride was an amazing experience. Seeing people come out from all over, ride and, most importantly, put on their boots, was an inspiration.
I'm a big fan of old boots.
Daddy's working boots have taken many steps for us.
Invoking the name of Al Gaddafi cured my blue screen of death
This is your last chance, Moorlock.
When you're at rock bottom, strap on a different pair of boots and start climbing - The New Mrs D
Putting on fierce boots is an instant pick-me-up.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Though the boot may fit the foot, one can rarely stand in the tread of his own reputation.
sand-bar, sorrowful
Proclaim aloud the Saviour's fame, Who bears the Breaker's wond'rous name; Sweet name; and it becomes him well, Who breaks down earth, sin, death, and hell.
Bethink yourself not whence you sprang, but who you are.
I need to find a catchy new word for feminism, right? Like 'bootylicious.'
Misery, thy name is Mudslide
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
We could not salvage our clothes; we threw them away and changed into fresh uniforms. We even abandoned our boots. Maggots had worked their way into nooks and crannies of our shoes and occasionally fell onto the floor.
I strike the ground with the soles of my feet and life rises up my legs, spreads up my skeleton, takes possession of me, drives away distress and sweetens my memory. The world trembles.
If the least thing goes wrong with a saddle, or clothes, or a boot, you cannot find a soul to make repairs, and the other day a cobbler answered us, 'Yes, that's right, I'm a shoemaker, and sometimes I work, but I'm not in the mood right now.
He felt more human with his boots on. A man can face the world with something on his feet.
One thunderbolt strikes
root through everything
And I was thinking just the opposite, Boots. Forever isn't going to be nearly long enough for us.
Yanking at my leg, straining every muscle, my customized Gray Ghost rebuilt as a chopper sparks and squeals.
My boot catches and I'm flipped. Sliding down E-70 Highway on leather, my gloves scrubbed by the tarmac.
I walk to work, so boots are a staple for me.
Rise and rise again until lambs become lions
Did you see that?"
"See what?" And he couldn't keep his voice from breaking as tires squealed.
"Boot sale at Marlands. We are so going back there
Yes I am finally hanging up my boots for good,
To take the nuts from the fire with the dogges foot.
[To take the nuts from the fire with the dog's foot.]
For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
I'm a boots girl. I always wear boots. They only look better when they get dirty.
Rest, Recreated, Refreshed and Refuel!
I like a high boot on a girl.
Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.
Kicks from Ed Hardy,
Bootstrapping is a way to do something about the problems you have without letting someone else give you permission to do them.
Redd up the ship!
Jack stopped at the entrance, cupping my face. "Stick to me like a shadow, you." How many times had he told me that?
"I regenerate. I need to go first!"
Dafuq. "You're goan to stay behind me and step where I step. Same for you, coo-yon. This ain't up for discussion!
We have all been called to be foot-washers".
~R. Alan Woods [2006]
I cry out from the ashes, burned with sin and shame. I ask you Lord to make me whole again.
The worn soles of Daffy's boots skidded on the icy stones. He'd been saving up for a new pair for Christmas, but then he'd come across an encyclopaedia in ten volumes, going cheap. Boots might last ten years, at best, but knowledge was eternal.
Oh, you made an impression. Like a stone caught in my boot.
What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe?
They've taken the foot off Johnny Grubb. Uh, they've taken the shoe off Johnny Grubb.
We are in this boot camp to learn, that if we don't persevere through all this world's obstacles and all its wounds, we won't earn our next life of great adventure.
Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you did
My heart fly to your service, there resides
to make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
Rise and rise again and again
like The Phoenix from the ashes;
until the lambs have become lions.
Salt! Salt! And grease! Greee-suh!"Ax
Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"
Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand?
Oh, the boots were on the other eight feet now.
Ignite the fire in thy soul.
LAST, n. A shoemaker's implement, named by a frowning Providence as opportunity to the maker of puns.
Awaken my spirit.
Sonofabitch answer me!" My voice bounced off the walls, made the whole room whirls around me. My blood pounded in my ears. Adreline poured through my blood, copper winding me tighter and tighter.
"YES!" he screamed back "yes. i am a fucking virgin, don't shoot me goddammit fucking please!
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
What are you doing?"
"I'm darning a sock," he said, holding it up to show me.
"What's that lump inside?"
"A sock egg."
"A sock egg? I didn't know socks hatched from eggs."
"Only the best ones do. I can't wear the cheap kind, the ones that grow on trees. They give me blisters.
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If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for Use The Source, Luke.
For speed Bone had buried his pack half a day back, and thus as he stood he laced the boots together and tied them to his belt, so that their jostling could deliver a metaphorical kick in the behind.
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
I said, 'Hey', she said, 'Hi.'
I said, 'Us', she said, 'Try,'
'And if you're thinkin strictly boots, then I'll say baby, bye bye.'
I have stitched life into me like a rare organ
Who waiteth for dead man's shoes will go long barefoot.
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
Do you have any idea what your sacrifice was?" he asked Chase.
"Yeah, my sanity," he mumbled under his breath.
I kicked him.
Die, v.: To stop sinning suddenly.
My friends call me Wrath," says Raffe. "My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What's your name, soldier boy?
Salvation, O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark ...
Rise from the mud, let the sunshine clense your eyes, and thrust your shoulders into the stars!
When the personal soul life is burnt to ashes, a woman loses the vital treasure and begins to get dry boned as Death. In her unconscious, the desire for the red shoes, a wild joy, not only continues, it swells and floods, and eventually staggers to its feet and takes over, ferocious and famished.
My feet hurt, Hell-Bard."
"Good for you."
"My wrists hurt too."
"Fascinating."
... "You're a bastard.
You really are a scary man,no really! If I had boots I would be quaking in them.