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Pigskin crackling on my thumb, nummy nummy I hate pain.
Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.
The nine pounds Gretchen had gained must've come from her new brass balls.
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
Lovey dovey or fucky wucky
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
I come from a family of well-endowed booty women.
I'm really a pussycat - with an iron tail.
If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.
I played the trumpet a bit like a porker, I think.
Okay is BURSTING with sensuality
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtue we write in water.
Naughtiness is a diamond of childhood.
I've become saucy.Saucy-- Emma Bunton
I'm crepuscular.
I'm a mixture of untidy and anal.
Noodly: the act of being noodle-like, as in, Vivia drinks one Red Beach and she feels noodly.
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
He said 'That! Put that in your purse! I don't like that!' when I took off my brassiere. It remained there, though, curled up on his wooden floor, curled awkwardly for a piece of clothing, not awkwardly if it had been something else perhaps, a creature.
"Idea
Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.
Like your booty don't stink.
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
Im not your biggest girly girl.
These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.
the skin like velvet over steel,
Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
Im straight ... But my girl a faggot ... Potato on the barrel ... Potato salad
If you think that the brass is not blowing loud enough, mute it by a couple of degrees.
A man can well afford to be as bold as brass, my good fellow, when he gets gold in exchange!
Your dick is wearing jewelry.
She got a long pointed nose and big fleshy mouth. Lips look like black plum. Eyes big, glossy. Feverish. And mean. Like, sick as she is, if a snake cross her path, she kill it
Out, beefy. The women folk have work to do."
Bish laughed and pointed to himself. "I'm beefy, I suppose."
"Well, no one else in this room has his arms stuffed into his sleeves like sausage casings, now do they?
She had the kind of fingers you want to interlace with your own.
A fusty nut with no kernel.
The word that comes to mind is 'beefcake', Zane drawled, looking Ty over, appreciating the view
"Mission accomplished then!" Ty said happily as he turned around to face Zane again. He frowned suddenly. "Is beefcake one word or two?"
Zane laughed. "Who cares when you've got a great ass?
Some people think I look like a sweet potato, I consider myself a spud with a heart of gold.
I shall call him Tufty.
Come on Duchess, I'm down with you," Satin announced as she pulled a pair of rhinestone brass knuckles from her Birkin bag. "Knuckle up divas!
Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I'm just a booty star.
If it were not for the Belly, the Back might wear Gold.
I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.
Whats up home skillet, biscuit.
You're about as delicate as an AK-47.
Hot, raunchy and funny. - GiveMeBooks
I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.
a bronze lustre; pearls were twisted round her wrists
Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
I'm a cotton-headed ninny muggins.
Loopy as a crochet convention.
BREAVMAN KNOWS a girl named Shell whose ears were pierced so she could wear the long filigree earrings. The punctures festered and now she has a tiny scar in each earlobe. He discovered them behind her hair.
What an interesting finger
let me suck it.
It's not an interesting finger
take it away.
She has an eye like a man-eating fish
Arty. To me the word's got as much venom associated with it as 'wacky'.
After working fourteen-hour shifts in the mines, inhaling so much nickel they sneezed silver glitter, none could have expected a private performance from the prima ballerina of the Kirov.
And a true brass thimble. Mauma said the thimble would be mine one day. When she wasn't using it, I wore it on my fingertip like a jewel.
Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.
The woman I love she got a prize fighter nose, cauliflower ears and a run in her hose.
You got a nickname, little Dorothy Matthews? 'Cause that's a fuckin' mouthful, right there. Not that I mind a mouthful of pretty girl.
I'm a bit of a 'Throny,' as I think the 'Game of Thrones' fans refer to themselves.
In fine, the truffle is the very diamond of gastronomy.
I have a horror of the word 'flesh', which has become so shopworn.Why not 'meat'whilethey're about it? What I like is skin, a young girl's skin that is pink and shows that she has a good circulation.
That one has more brass than an orchestra and more nerve than a sore tooth. So I sincerely doubt I make her nervous.
Hold on tight, Cherie
The silky dressing gown was open, revealing his smooth, bare chest and, Curtis couldn't but notice, dark nipples, one of which - oh, good God - was pierced with a silver ring.
I'm really picky.
His pasty, white wang. Gross.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
pocket lizard licker.
There was Fiona Fiddick's faculties for both humour and sewing, which enabled her to hide the words FEED ME in an embroidered nosegay of coral peonies which Miss Sheffleton proudly hung upon the classroom wall.
I'm getting a diamond-hard boner just thinking about it.
Show me your Booty **** Oh Oh Oh Oh
I'm as peachy as a peachy peach!
Fuck you! I pierced my nipples for her!
I've never really been a girly-girl.
green with little golden spots.
You have a piercing."
"So I do."
"Didn't that hurt?"
"A bit.
Sexy with a capital SEX.
Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Boney fingers.
Nothing could make me pull away meat-market love goddess. My sexy little filet mignon
Tenderoni, you've got to be.
If one wishes to elicit a reaction from the elusive species known as 'reservus quietgirlius,' one must poke.
My sister the booty police.
Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap ... Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy ... Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot ...
What's green and smells like pork?" Relieved that he's engaging, I have to bite my lip to keep from grinning. "What?" "Kermit's finger." "Eew." I laugh as I bat his arm. "That is vile.
She's only got eight fingers but she's got them stuck in all kinds of pies, and she keeps her thumbs bare for testing new ones.
Smart as a whip, kinky enough to own one.
Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget,
Every time I pick up the microphone, I drug it.
Gold to airy thinness beat.
Rough as a badger's arse
I'm not really a girly girl.
Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty.
I don't think silicone makes a girl good or bad.
If I'm with a man I'm soft and buttery.
Up to a point, Lord Copper.
But I know what I like.' She smiled, and et the cat drop to the floor. 'It's like Tiffany's,'she said. 'Not that I give a hoot about jewellery. Diamonds, yes. But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty; and even that's risky.
She was clever, and beautiful, and hard as burnished bronze.
Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words,
Ill-natured though a whore,
Her belly is a bag of turds,
And her cunt a common shore.
Sometimes sassy, a little bit nasty but always classy.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
cheek, the one so disfigured by that