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contemptuous cough
Whats up home skillet, biscuit.
Sits bits unhitch!
On the whole I try to keep Modesty and Willie in timeless settings, which is why I avoid all the latest slang and in-words. It won't be long before 'brill' sounds as dated as 'super' does now. [Uncle Happy, 1990]
I have mad brims.
What's brown and sounds like a bell? DUNG!
Cayse you left a jagged hole.
And I can' stand it any more.
There are nineteen words in Yiddish that convey gradations of disparagement, from a mild, fluttery helplessness to a state of downright, irreconcilable brutishness. All of them can be usefully employed to pinpoint the kind of individuals I write about.
The skybr>Scorched by the sun,br>Weepsbr>Fecund tears.
I love brunch because it's breakfast and lunch why not.
How do you know you have a cheap Dom?"
Brie rolled her eyes. "Just hit me with it."
"He asks you to take off your collar to walk the dog."
Brie actually laughed out loud.
I'm just so bwessed.
Britt-Marie is convinced she's about to have a hear attack, but when she explains this to Bank, Bank says, 'That's how it's meant to be when you're watching soccer.
Brussels is a gay little city that lies as bright within its girdle of woodland as any butterfly that rests upon moss.
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
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.
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.
The passengers cheered.
Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody get back on board!
We love each other like brutes. Gorgeously
and twilled. Any geography is hard. The skin
ends where skin ends.
It's mapless. I want to be borrowed, to be
assembled, again. To feel a tug on the other
side of the string.
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.
Okay???
I didn't had a word to replace that?!
But it seemed to Tristan as though an ardent briar, sharp-thorned but with flower most sweet smelling drave roots into his blood and laced the lovely body of Iseult all round about it and bound it to his own and to his every though and desire.
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.
I don't mind being the brunt of a joke, so long as it's a good one.
Holy ripened fuckcheese!
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.
Sorry about the
squishy in your shoe. Must've
been something I ate.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Clutch the bramble and you will be pricked.
When you were born, just a fresh babe, and I held you in my arms for the first time, I knew that we had to call you Bridie, after the blessed St. Brigid. I knew because the moment I set eyes on you, I saw you had holy fire in you, exactly like our own St. Brigid.
I'd be lying if I said
you make me speechless
the truth is you make my
tongue so weak it forgets
what language to speak in.
Andrew Breitbart, self-described media mogul, had several screws loose or missing and was the grinning bomb-thrower of the radical right. He was the attack dog kept on a tight leash and brought out on special occasions to hiss and to menace.
You've got me under your skin now, Lille.
Hello, Capustan. The Bridgeburners have arrived.
Well wakey fucking wakey, sunbeam! Life's fucking Borstal!
You're like a Banty Rooster, sweetheart. Tiny little thing, but you don't hesitate to puff out your chest, lookin' for a fight.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. Be she but little, she is fierce.
You did not sell nor wanted to buy me Ice cream.
You gave me my most favourite flavour.
Petra Hermans
Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.
Buju Banton plays
Well that was sucktastic
I know I'm delicious. Nummy.....nummy.
-Vlad
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
You're such a slut, you screwed Breckin the Mormon
That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?
you curdled clot of whores piss
he's braw and pulchritudinous,
And still,
Your mouth on my mouth
Is a thought as fresh as
Melting icicles away
With my breath
I am shrunken and shriveled inside, a rotten chestnut hidden beneath a deceptively smooth shell
Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
Easy there, Smurfette.
A bristling fox is better than a deranged, half-shod idiot.
My grandmother taught me how to make the basic pate brise pastry crust when I was young. The one thing I learned simply by eating her endless variations on delicious tarts for dinner every night is that this dough can be used for just about anything - sweet or savory.
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.
You were tender, sweet to the taste and to the touch
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
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.
Now that your speech impediment has been rectified, perhaps you might say something. It would be best if it were humorous. I enjoy a good jest.'
'You are dreadfully rude,' I said to him.
He sighed. 'That wasn't the slightest bit funny.
Hash browns are my favorite breakfast food.
Don't worry, Xavier's on the job," said Sharon. We heard a squeak and looked down to see the rat in question with a piece of cheese in its mouth. Sharon picked him up and scolded him. "Keys, I said, not cheese!
A brick is ... ... ... Well it's a bloody brick what more do you want from me?
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
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.
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.
You're contumacious.
Teased
Sometimes
when I'm teased
I don't cry,
I go away.
When I come back
my brother and his friends
are doing something else.
I remember.
They forget.
There's a little treat I like a lot called Bollycao. It's like a brioche with chocolate inside, but industrial.
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.
Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
You'll get what's coming to you some day, Brekker."
"I will," said Kaz, "if there's any justice in the world. And we all know how likely that is.
Oh, sweet peaches and cream, this hurts."
"Child, what have you done to your foot?"
Beth glanced down to see blood dripping from the side of her sandal. "Crap."
"Honey, that's blood. That calls for a shit or a damn or something stronger than crap.
A biscuit in the States is something you would put gravy on with dinner, and it's not sweet in the least!
What are you doing here "
"Hiding with you
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
His eyes fixed on hers, the gold flecks darkening to amber. An assassin who looks after his own skin? That's exactly what I am, Brenna. I would rather die than harm you, but anyone else? I could kill them without blinking. It's what I was born to do.
like an angry diamond,
All my rage and fear welled up inside me, and expressed its self in biscuit form.
You drove me mad,
emotionally delicate and eminently bruisable, teenagers
Therefore bivouac we On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by Veiled scruples, worn conundrums. Morning is Impermanent. Grab sex things, swing up Over the horizon like a boy On a fishing expedition.
Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you're the Charlie Brownest.
Gestalt means whole, and so are you.
She tore off a piece of baguette; it was both crusty and soft, still warm in the centre. It was amazing how something so simple, so basic could be this delicious.
C'mon Pudge. I'm teasing. You have to be tough. I didn't know how bad it was
and I'm sorry, and they'll regret it
but you have to be tough.
Purrrrrrrr" Elizabeth kneaded Vlad's pecs. "I hear a Kitty!" Vlad's eyes sprung open. There was a moment of hurt, of sad. There was no kitty. "You're teasing me!" - Bats
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.
Did you smell that?
Banana I guess.
Burnt by the sun
of your mouth,
I'm unable to speak
or paint you with words
Bryony closed her eyes. I am making an enchanted house sad. God help me.
beshert. Meant to be.
However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.
Without error there can be no brilliancy
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?
Sweetly and subtly perfumed ... so soft it is best eaten with a spoon, a tenderness more appealing to gourmets than to those who have to pick, ship, handle and store it in constant fear of ruinous spoilage.
Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.