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Right. The Briars. Just a second, Princess. Hey, Rusty," he called, motioning to Ironhorse, who pinned back his ears, "why don't you walk ahead of us, huh? I want your big ugly ass where I can see it.
Who called the idiot brigade?
And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.
People need BHAGs - big hairy audacious goals.
Hello, Capustan. The Bridgeburners have arrived.
I've always loved the word blunderbuss. I've always thought that it was a beautiful word and that it could mean several different things.
Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!
THE ADVENTURE OF THE BLUE CARBUNCLE
JJ informed me, when he dropped them off, that they are French bulldogs, which has led med to reassess my opinion of the French. They may know a lot about making wine and fries, but they don't know jacques-merde about making dogs.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
I googled it, Sir ~ Brie
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play ...
Hearing old macho men, our uncles, calling themselves "Bra". Like women underwear.
Stops at the end of the road collected Clyde Lidgards like dams collected silt.
'Mullygrubber' is an Australian term which means something that creeps along the ground; it's like a little grub.
Carnatur, eh? What are they man-eating daisies?
At last she said, Them Burdicks isn't worth the powder and shot to blow them up. They're like a pack of hound dogs. They'll chase livestock, suck eggs, and lick the skillet. And steal? They'd steal a hot stove and come back for the smoke.
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
Blivet is when a man has a box or a bag that is designed to hold five pounds worth of stuff and he tries to shove ten pounds worth of stuff into it instead.
Remember, brunch is only served once a week - on the weekends. Buzzword here, 'Brunch Menu'. Translation? 'Old, nasty odds and ends, and 12 dollars for two eggs with a free Bloody Mary'.
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
TORCHES NEW ENGLAND
Burgers the size of your fist.
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
Drizzt would come for him; probably Wulfgar and Catti-brie, too. But not Bruenor.
Brys, how big do you want to make your escort?"
"Two brigades and two battalions, sire."
"Is that reasonable?" Tehol asked, looking around.
"I have no idea," Janath replied. "Bugg?"
"I'm no general, my Queen."
"We need an expert opinion, then," said Tehol. "Brys?
an unlovely gaggle of contrary old codgers".
Come an' play, stupid dogs, Bruenor chuckled wickedly
passing insults back and forth, as if they were biscuits.
THE GRACKLE
The
Referring to Bogey's party: A lame excuse for all the idiots in our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless, consumer-driven lives.
Miscavige keeps a number of dogs, including five beagles. He had blue vests made up for each of them, with four stripes on the shoulder epaulets, indicating the rank of Sea Org Captain. He insists that people salute the dogs as they parade by. The dogs have a mini-treadmill where they work out.
It's gonna be a slobberknocker!
Afrikander cattle.
The brank, or scold's bridle, was unknown in America in its English shape: though from colonial records we learn that scolding women were far too plentiful, and were gagged for that annoying and irritating habit.
The Welsh ... I mean, what are they for?
Mac: "It's not the sidhe-seers." He stopped and went very still. JZB: "Who is it?" Mac: "The MacKeltars." He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly. JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane." Mac: "I had a good teacher." JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane." Mac and Barrons
The French - cheese-eating surrender monkeys. The Germans - schnitzel snarfing stormtrooper spawn.
I liked to refer to myself as bougavian. Slightly bougie, but I was not one to easily forget my bird roots.
Mispronouncing "buoy." The thing that floats in a navigation channel is not a "boo-ee." It's a "boy." Think about it. Would you call something that floats "boo-ee-ant"? Also, in a similar vein, pronouncing Brett Favre's last name as if the "r" comes before the "v." It doesn't, so stop it. Hotel
It's no fun to be a bluestocking in a family of jockstraps.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
the large buckets about the
An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants.
Snooty high heels.
You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?
Beelzebug n. Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
They were big and black and rubber - the kind of boots you might be wearing as you came in the kitchen door, shaking off your rain slicker and saying, Grab the young'uns, Ma. Crick's a-rising.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Gilly Gilleshpee
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
I am content to be a bric-a-bracker and a Ceramiker.
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!
It seems reckless, even perverse, to spend so much time and effort nurturing such a deadly thing ... Ernie and Pooka seek to understand death and to master their fear of it by domesticating it in the form of the brugmansia.
I told my brothers what happened. Are you ready to come meet them?"
She straightened. "Aye."
"I warn you," he teased in an attempt to lighten the mood. "They're big, burly bampots.
Boogey boogey boogey
Please don't throw me in dat briar patch!
Brummel would rush upon his plate & gulp down a roast in such a revolting manner that the other guests complained they were nauseated and Brummel had to be fed in his room ... ... ... .
Leah: I want those gubs Mommy.
Kate: They're not 'gubs' they're 'gloves'
Aaden and Leah try and say gloves
Leah: Gloves!
Kate: Good job!
Aaden: Gubs!
Kate: No
Vampires!!! What a time to be caught without a turtleneck!
Aborigines, n. Persons of little worth found cumbering the soil of a newly discovered country. They soon cease to cumber; they fertilize.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
That's what Tiggers do best!
There go the goddamn brownies!
Weak, tea-drinking, effeminate, ineffectual
masters of India, robbers of South Africa, bedevillers of all Europe.
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Bryson says we have no word for the Danish hygge, then goes on to tell us exactly what it means: "instantly satisfying and cozy" (though
What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here ...
Everything went smoothly at the sailing events today, except for the British team. They forgot to bring limes and they all got scurvy.
I sit down in front of Baz now, on the coffee table
which I carried up by myself. He hands me his cup, and I take a sip. "What is this?"
"Pumpkin mocha breve. I created it myself.
That sounds like bulshytt!
British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.
Bode Gazzer was five feet six and had never forgiven his parents for it. He wore three-inch snakeskin shitkickers and walked with a swagger that suggested not brawn so much as hemorrhoidal tribulation.
the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.
The village of Wall watched the battle of wills with fascination, wondering what the outcome would be, for no one crossed Bridget Forester: she had a tongue that could, the villagers said, blister the paint from a barn door and tear the bark from an oak.
Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.
bradawl. It was just a blunt steel spike set into a handle.
Brussel Sprouts are bad for your health, Scientists have shown that everyone who ever ate a Sprout between the years 1762 and 1815 are now death. You have been warned
Buju Banton plays
How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around. Eighteen. Hundred.' Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.' What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are severe?' Crowbars. Big, massive-' Blay cut in. 'Clubs. Had to be those ceremonial black clubs.
Anglo Saxons: To blame for everything.
You do like them thin, don't you?" Pyrlig said, amused. "Now I like them meaty as well-fed heifers! Give me a nice dark Briton with hips like a pair of ale barrels and I'm a happy priest. Poor Hild. Thin as a ray of sunlight, she is, but I pity a Dane who crosses her path today.
Oh sod me, Sir, not another bloody Paddy. Even a Brummie is better than another Paddy.
voluptuous sluggard,
She took me to a mall yesterday"' Lachlain sounded as if he'd just stifled a shudder. "And she pointed to a boy and said, 'I think I want one.' So naturally, I start thinking, Where can I get a wee mortal? But she meant a bairn - our bairn.
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
Sits bits unhitch!
I came from a race of fishers; trout streams gurgled about the roots of my family tree.
They're having a clam-bake. They're baking my clams.
They're baking the clams pried from my steaming pond.
Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.
beaver drools in my underwear.
Yowpee! I pulls my brandin' irons an' comes out a-bitin' the dust - a reg'lar Hoopalong Cassowary!
the BTK Killer (which to me sounds more like something you order from a drive-thru window).
I invent words you think you've heard - spray hopper or swag beetle.
I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.
Call them fangs, Dru. That's what they are.