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What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
voluptuous sluggard,
Amazing, I thought nobody could tell that man what to do.
-Foalan to Bridei
Talking about Broichan
Just when you think that maybe Brennus is running' out of crazy, he shows up with a brand new can of it ... economy size.
Abracadabra, moron.
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
Words cannot express how pissed off I am. I am going to have to invent a new word to explain how angry I am. Karflagled. I am so karflagled off at you right now!" "See,
Cruddy Mouthbreather
You kissed her? You kissed my mate?"
"Actually, the more I think about it, she kissed me. But I kissed her back."
"You kissed?" Breccan asked again.
"Yes. We kissed. Mouths tangled. Tongues involved. Kissed."
"I know what it means! Care to elaborate?"
"At one point she screamed.
I liked to refer to myself as bougavian. Slightly bougie, but I was not one to easily forget my bird roots.
I 'uz mos' to de foot er de islan' b'fo' I found' a good place. I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de lantern roun' so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey warn't wet, so I 'uz all right.
Now if you gentlemen," she looked at Briec, "and whatever
you are, will excuse me.
You're drunk as four skunks, you idiot.
So, Gwarda ... ," she said with a sigh. "It's been a long day. You know my real name. Want to explain how that is?"
Breccan took a wider stance and crossed his massive arms over his chest. "Take off your hood.
You probably should have thought about that before you Lite-Brited her ass.
Are you alright?"
"No, I bumped my head." Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway.
"What did I bang it on?" I demanded ungrammatically.
"My head." he said, rather grumpily, I thought.
He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.
My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.'
'Oh, now really, his cooking isn't that bad.
Blud's thicker than water.
Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars.
Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus - "
"The what?" said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
"Pus, Finnigan, pus," said Professor Sprout.
Brotha needed to buy a vowel and rent a verb, then get a roll of duct tape slapped on that broken English.
adjourn for another beer. We
Bryzgalov isn't just a running comedy act. He's one of the league's most thoughtful players and the fact that he offers the insight he does in his second language is something he'll never get enough credit for.
I, a half naked German, was about to be discovered by her cruel Viking dad in his own bedroom, having smudged his daughter just hours ago. Full of gratitude I contemplated that I would at least not die a virgin.
No ale for the girl, Birgit," Aidan said to the woman. "Do we not have milk?"
Regin's face heated. And all the worse, because she would dearly love some milk.
Oh, by Moradin's itchy arse," grumbled Bruenor. "Scratched it, he did, and this one fell out.
Ok, let me get this straight. Big wolf attacks you, and you bring him home?"
Brid threw out her arms and sent an 'are you a moron?' look to her best friend.
No, it's a Bb. It looks wrong and it sounds wrong, but it's right.
boron - boro
You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident," Butch said.
Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. "You broke my window."
"Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it."
"Twice."
"Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.
Shaselle?"
"What now?" I incredulously exclaimed.
"Do you have plans tomorrow?"
"What?"
"I have a day off duty. We could-"
"No!" I shouted. "What is this?
Drizzt would come for him; probably Wulfgar and Catti-brie, too. But not Bruenor.
Decebel turned and growled, "One of these days your mouth is going to write a check that your cute little ass can't cash." Decebel thought this would render her speechless but he should have known better.
"Oh, don't worry fur ball, I plan to be writing that check out in your name.
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.
It is good to hold the asse by the bridle.
Go on, Van Eck, threaten me. Tell me all the little things I am. You lay a finger on me and Kaz Brekker will cut the baby from your pretty wife's stomach and hang its body from a balcony at the Exchange.
I don't want unnecessary violence, sergeant," said Blouse.
"Right you are, sir!" said the sergeant. "Carborundum! First man comes through that door runnin', I want him nailed to the wall!" He caught the lieutenant's eye, and added: "But not too hard!
How would you feel," Elayne said softly, "if you saw your queen trying to kill a Trolloc with a sword as you ran away?"
"I'd feel like I needed to bloody move to another country," Birgitte snapped, loosing another arrow, "one where the monarchs don't have pudding for brains.
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
beshert. Meant to be.
An unhappy Briec is an unhappy universe.
I'm one, too," he said.
"What?"
He spit a wad of blood and mucus into the dirt. "A virgin."
What a shock.
"What makes you think I'm a virgin?" I asked.
"You wouldn't have hit me if you weren't.
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.
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
An idiotic vitch like you
Must rrroast upon the barbecue!
Nemo Me Impugn Lacessit - No One Assails Me with Impunity. Or the alternative version - Do Not Fuck with Us or We Will Hurt You
The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges.
"What are you doing?" Ghastek asked.
"My hole puncher broke."
"You have no respect for the undead.
(On Baron von Blixen
Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky.
The shirt says; 'I bite.' You prick, not 'I blo
New Englanders could be so brusque.
My people must drink beer.
Brabling Curres never want torne eares.
Babbit was an average father. He was affectionate, bullying, opinionated, ignorant, and rather wistful. Like most parents he enjoyed the game of waiting till the victim was clearly wrong, then virtuously pouncing.
Like Breccan was known to do, he pushed the angry Gwarda a bit more. "It's settled then. She's mine." He cleared his throat and braced himself for the punch he knew would come.
Darius's fist came fast, landing hard against Breccan's jaw.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Briar: "So I guess I was the last to know."
Rosethorn: "Of course you are. You're a man, aren't you?
Get you gone, you dwarf,
You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,
You bead, you acorn!
There's only one head bigger than Tony Greig's - and that's Birkenhead
#Bellarke forever.
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 ... ... ... .
You don't have a mommy," Gunnar proclaimed as he walked around Breccan. "Ok, I want my surrogate," Breccan said as he sped up to catch the other men. Darius came forward to walk in step beside Wharick and whispered in a discreet tone, "Please, let me kill him.
Smack me if we ever get that awful."
"But I strong>sstrong>mack you strong>sstrong>o often," strong>sstrong>he strong>sstrong>aid, "how will you know that'strong>sstrong> what I'm strong>sstrong>macking you for?"
"We strong>sstrong>hall work out a strong>sstrong>macking code.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
I don't got to show you no stinkin' bahdges!
I am a rune a carrot a little joke
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
How will you deal with him?" Belses asked.
Jock lifted a brawny fist and regarded it lovingly. "Knock him out
truss him up
whatever the Almighty permits us."
Supposing he's not alone?"
Oh, then, if his trusties are with him, there'll be a bonny rumpus.
Hello, pretty hag," he said.
"Wolf," she teased. "You look good enough to eat."
One of his eyebrows rose. "Why is it when I tell you that, you look ready to bolt for the door?"
She braced her hands on her hips. "I do not," she said, indignant. "At least not anymore.
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.
Uh-oh, big boy. Your blood is in the water and the sharks are circling. Must be feeding time.
Mea Brin, The Huntress
Good God, that felt amazing."
"Hitting me?"
"Yes," I said, glaring back at him breifly.
Another sharp pang stabbed him in the ribs and made him jolt with a grunt.
"Are you in pain?"
Alex smirked. 'I've been bludgeoned within an inch of me life, ye expecting me to jump up and dance a jig?
Come an' play, stupid dogs, Bruenor chuckled wickedly
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grastrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong>,invaginate volunteer beanstrong>sstrong>,all headstrong>sstrong> gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother'strong>sstrong> strong>sstrong>oft hand on your cheek ...
The German stared at me, a combination of fatigue and frustration. But I understood.
His eyes on the potato said, Emilia, I'm hungry.
The dried blood on his shirt said, Emilia, I'm injured.
But the way he clutched his pack told me the most.
Emilia, don't touch this.
Baghra," Nikolai said, "how are you this evening?"
"Still old and blind," she snarled.
"And charming," Nikolai drawled. "Never forget charming."
"Whelp."
"Hag."
"What do you want, pest?
I'll make you a promise, Bodee. Long as you're with my family, you won't run out of Kool-Aid." "And I promise you, I'll stop whoever's hurting you ... even if it's you.
Bast stood in the doorway, practically dancing with irritation. When he spotted the approaching figure he rushed down the street, waving a piece of paper angrily. "A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?" He hissed angrily. "What am I, some dockside whore?
Boogey boogey boogey
What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing <>ong>onong> your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off <>ong>onong> picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash
Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly through the ground. Once eaten in Paris, they never taste as good anywhere else.
better next time. That's what life is." Logen
Here," he said,holding out a dark mink coat. "Thought you might be cold."
"Where did you-"
"I yoinked it off a broad coming home from the market back there.Don't worry,she had enough natural padding already."
"Bill!"
"Hey,you needed it!" He shrugged. "Wear it in good health.
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug," he said, aloud, as he went to bed, "she is lost. But I shall save her."
He put out his lamp and felt a need to insult Erik in the dark. Thrice over, he shouted:
"Humbug! ... Humbug! ... Humbug!
Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me.
Dick is playing golf today. He asked if I would caddie for him, but I said I would prefer to have a complete stranger walk up and drill holes in my head with a Black & Decker.
Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotsman to draw the trigger at his death.
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
Do you want to keep your knee, young man?'
'No', I said.
'What?'
'I want it cut off,' I said, 'so I can wear a hook on it.
Damn boudas. I tell him he's under siege and he goes to take a nap.
Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!"
"Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"
She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."
Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"
She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.
I see that you have a knife behind your back... You will drop your knife. - Ewen, to Brenna
You have to talk through the bratwurst from now on.
Gotten butt-ass, bone-dog naked for your vadge-cam?" Dante offered with an angelic smile, standing close.
"Fucking hell, D." Griff turned to Beth with an apology, but she spoke first.
"Huh-yeah. Thanks, cockbreath.
Beer now,bitch later.
Briar Rose awakens to grace us with her gentle presence once more."
"Shut up," says Vol.
"Your thorns are showing.
Don't wrench your shoulder out of its socket trying to pat yourself on the back, Beldin said sourly.
What's with the cute shoelace on your head?"
"What this?" He flicked the end of the cord with his finger.
"Yeah. Rambo called, he wants his bandana back.