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blatherskate," I
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
Drizzt would come for him; probably Wulfgar and Catti-brie, too. But not Bruenor.
Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.
I have brought the little Breese, as ordered, Neefis Archibennu.
Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem inquisitive, but would you kindly inform me who I am?
There's a song called 'Live Blogging the Himmel Family Bris.' I kind of went for it here in terms of - it was really fun to be explaining ritual circumcision in Nashville - a lot of brises are done in hospitals, but many are done in people's homes, and there's a lot of food, and a lot of leftovers.
The myth of Bardot is finished, but Brigitte is me.
A brick is ... ... ... Well it's a bloody brick what more do you want from me?
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
The princess turns to him, serious. 'You are the one my great-grandfather spoke of: a denizen of Earth wearing a dirty apron who falls down a shaft and lands in sticky goo to lead the Brundeedle race out of Woe Time.':
Oh, by Moradin's itchy arse," grumbled Bruenor. "Scratched it, he did, and this one fell out.
I'm Breckin," he says. "I'm in an alliance to overtake the public school system and all its minions with your daughter.
Calamus fortior gladio.
On Sundays, at the matin-chime, The Alpine peasants, two and three, Climb up here to pray; Burghers and dames, at summer's prime, Ride out to church from Chamberry, Dight with mantles gay, But else it is a lonely time Round the Church of Brou.
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
That cocky smile widened. "Hello, bitch," Ansel purred.
"Hello, traitor," Aelin purred right back... "Meet Ansel of Briarcliff, assassin and Queen of the Western Wastes.
E canchis amnia.
Everything from shells.
Tully/Ysolde: "Brom?" I asked, releasing his head. He reeled backwards for a moment, his eyes huge. "Are you all right?"
Brom: "I couldn't breathe," he said, giving my boobs a wary glance.
In hoc signo vinces
Sometimes, certain of God's blessings arrive by shattering all the windows. (Brida)
Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.
passacaglia by the old master Buxtehude.
What is the male equivalent of Bimbo?
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.
Brutus, a young man, over the fleet and those Gallic vessels which he had ordered to be furnished by the Pictones and the Santoni, and the other provinces which remained at peace; and commands him to proceed towards the Veneti, as soon as he could. He himself hastens thither with the land forces.
Just when you think that maybe Brennus is running' out of crazy, he shows up with a brand new can of it ... economy size.
Uncle Bob answered, his tone brusque. "What have you got?"
"Besides great boobs?" I asked.
"On the case."
He was so testy.
Sometimes," Brubeck bites into an apple, "sometimes I want to be everywhere, all at once, so badly I could just ... " Brubeck mimes a bomb going off in his ribcage. "Do you never get that feeling?
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
We are left at the brink of our future each day and the only real choice we have is not to jump but instead make our path through the briar.
Boston Latin School.
What Rob Brezsny does with words is grammarye, the Old English term for magic. With his strange brew of macho feminism and poetic rationalism, Brezsny weaves a yarn crazy enough to be true and real enough to subvert the literalist virus of cynicism now immobilizing the collective mindscape.
That sounds like bulshytt!
What are you doing here "
"Hiding with you
In the kingdom of bang and blab.
I'm a Reuben kinda girl, but I'll take a BLT with avocado in a red hot minute if it comes on ciabatta.
Be careful, this is the greatest fencer since the death of the Wizard of Corsica. Do not burgle.
A noble pair of brothers.
[Lat., Par nobile fratum.]
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
This is how I think of us, when I remember our nights at Troy: Achilles and I beside each other, Phoinix smiling and Automedon stuttering through the punch lines of jokes, and Briseis with her secret eyes and quick, spilling laughter.
I'd take a Bromo, but I can't stand the noise.
Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.
A great dowry is a bed full of brables.
[A great dowry is a bed full of brambles.]
Brunetti shrugged. They believed him to be a member of the community of scholars...'Community of Scholars," she repeated , "It would make the chickens laugh
You're a brick! You're a whole cartload of bricks.
Brandon's going to talk to a B-O-Y, and -"
"What?"
"That's your assignment tonight. You converse in public with a boy. You've heard of them, right? They're like girls, but with penises?
Beware of the man of one book.
[Lat., Home unius libri, or, cave ab homine unius libri.]
The bisy larke, messager of day.
My older brother, Lucas, is twenty and away at college."
"Those are pretty normal names."
"Normal?"
"No Chets or Wellingtons or anything."
He raises one eyebrow. "Do you know any Wellingtons?"
"Of course not, but you probably do."
"No, actually I don't.
He who would eat the kernel, must crack the shell.
[Lat., Qui e nuce nucleum esse vult, frangat nucem.]
Bruckner's Eighth is a colossus.
he's braw and pulchritudinous,
Semmelweis reflex. They
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty.
[Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
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 ASKED no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
HERE LIES BROM
Who was
A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira
Son of Holcomb and Nelda
Beloved of Selena
Father of Eragon Shadeslayer
Founder of the Varden
And Bane of the Forsworn.
May his name live on in glory.
Stydja unin mo'ranr
* * * Lunchbox
Ser mal profesor sale barato
Rememberatorium),
Somewhere in the background of magnificence lurks the kitchen staff. But a magnificent person only forgets about his origins, never his brunch.
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
Id is fery boedigal!" he said, his blue eyes twinkling. "Cabdain Blood is fond of boedry - you remember de abble-blossoms. So? Ha, ha!
Quot libros, quam breve tempus - so many books, so little time
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?
I brug you two [gifts] ... I gots the little here in my pockie.' He dug one hand deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of nuts and a dead grasshopper. 'Nope. Be the other side.' (Matt)
Idiot! You idiot!
Good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne?
Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete?
Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?
Cerevisiam Bibat! (drink beer for health)
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
Cletus's famous sausage is famous." Cletus's
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Bleesed is the person whose mind is ever at peace never diprssed never disappointed.
Throughout the history of el Bulli, there have been many changes in its organisation or philosophy. This is another one of those moments. There will be risk, and freedom, and creativity. But there won't be opening hours, or reservations, or routines.
He lives at Balbec? crooned the Baron in a tone so far from interrogatory that it is regrettable that the written language does not possess a sign other than the question mark to end such apparently unquestioning remarks. It is true that such a sign would be of little use except to M. de Charlus.
...Traduttore, traditore.
Her mother set to with the hairbrush again. "But would that be so awful, darling? To be the prettiest thing in Brimscombe-and-Thrupp?"
"I should rather die."
"You nearly did."
"Yes, but I tend to blame the Germans.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
Abracadabra, I'm up like Viagra.
And that, Brunetti realized, was beginning to interest him a great deal, for the answer to his death must lie there, as it always did. Santore
Armando's penis is a banana.
For people who think of chicken as the meat choice of those-who-don't-really-like-meat, brining a bird will be a revelation.
I love brunch because it's breakfast and lunch why not.
Binkie, the one and only. He can hear her rings clacking on the plastic phone, and he chuckles, envisioning with amusement the bejeweled and suntanned manicured grip his grandmother thinks she has on his balls. And she does.
Briar Rose awakens to grace us with her gentle presence once more."
"Shut up," says Vol.
"Your thorns are showing.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Hey," he said.
"Hi." Oh, damn. It was awkward.
"What're you doing?"
"Shearing a sheep. It's cold outside, and I need a new hat."
He paused. "You're joking, right?"
"Yes, Marshall." I gnawed on my fingers some more and sunk back in my chair.
It is pleasing to be pointed at with the finger and to have it said, "There goes the man."
[Lat., At pulchrum est digito monstrari et dicier his est.]
In laboring to be concise, I become obscure.
[Lat., Brevis esse laboro, obscurus fio.]
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.
Smooth words in place of gifts.
[Lat., Dicta docta pro datis.]
Sadly for my wedding plans, I learned that Nestor is a bardash. I envy the men who enjoy his favors. He has always treated me with friendship which I now value more than my old romantic feelings.
Brunetti's best friend had often said that he wanted death to take him just at the moment he laid his last lira down on a bar and said, 'Prosecco for everyone.
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
I need a bone saw - for the meatloaf I made for you, which looks suspiciously like a brick. The gravy is a blanket.
Non ... Gratum ... Anum ... Ro - ' I can't make that out." "Rodentum," Bosch said. Sakai looked at him. "Dog Latin," Bosch told him. "Not worth a rat's ass. He was a tunnel rat. Vietnam.