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I tucked the feather into my bra, then glanced up at the sudden heavy silence. "What?"
Blake grinned. "What else you got in there? Can I see?"
"Shut up, Blake!" said the rest of the boys.
I'm not a bling-bling guy; I can't pull it off. I just look like an idiot.
Hey, I have a weird question," I said. "What does it mean if a guy calls you 'bang tidy'?"
Marna snorted. "Sounds like something a dirty wanker would say. Or someone pissing about."
Now it was my turn to snort, because she'd called Kai a wanker.
My name's Bree Chase, but wherever I go, I'm known as the ballbuster." When
I'm having a good time, Please don't blame me, I'm knocking myself out Don't try to tame me Let me have my fun, I've got to have my fling, Some folks say I'm blowing my top Talk don't mean a thing, ...
Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.
Whiffle [whine and wheeze and snuff and sniffle]: The annoying scratchy sound made by weepy feminists as they lament the sufferings of women and, houndlike, sniff out evidence of male oppression.
Whatever clunks your cowbell,
Damn it all! What rhymes with rhythm?
Pop life Everybody needs a thrill Pop life We all got a space 2 fill Pop life Everybody can't be on top But life it ain't real funky Unless it's got that pop Dig it.
Yeah. They used to bang, and people tend to blab after a bang."
"I'll be sure to guard my tongue."
"It's usually tired from all the work during the bang," she pointed out, and made him laugh.
"True enough.
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
Derek? Derek!-Chole
Chole! what are you doing out here? i said we will check it out later. key word WE-Derek
oh, yeah I decided to come out on my own. thats why i was calling your name repeatively- Chole
California club pop chirper Dev's debut is as stark as it is sweet. This is owed partly to the casually giddy lightness of her talk-singing - familiar from her slizzered 2010 cameo on Far East Movement's smash 'Like a G6,' and around-the way-girl frisky like 1980s Latin freestyle.
How about giving your old man a break here, huh, Chirp?"
"Chirp is dead," I hear myself say and watch the flat words destroy his pleasure. "You killed her, and now you have to deal with me because I'm what's left.
It's a lot of bling to play with. You got to have the bling.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
BONG-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP-BEEP-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP PLAP PLEEP PLWAAAAAAANG SCREEEEWAAAAAA KLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESHWAAAANG GLAW CEGLAW SSCHHEHEHHEHEHHHHHHHHHHWHHHHHHHHH
Crush! Kill! And above all - cackle!
british bombshell" -grant
I never was so immensely tickled by anything I had ever said before. I actually woke up twice during the night, and laughed till the bed shook.
Lady, if you laugh and you don't make a noise, you're a shaker, and it's freaking me out.
To babble is to make a feminine noise somewhat resembling the sound of a brook, but with less meaning.
a rowdy little girl who gave way upon the slightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter
Tockytock, tockytock
clumped our Alpine, Edwardian cuckoo clock,
slung with strangled, wooden game.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
It's just too bad they have to die. They're totally bangable, you know?" "Bangable," Taylor mouthed in disgust. She wanted to show this boy another meaning for the word bang, and it involved his head against a steel door.
The intercom crackled. Buford's Mini-Hedge yelled over the speakers, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!
And the too much of my speaking:
heaped up round the little
crystal dressed in the style of your silence.
When my legs go back you can hear them jangle, once ya pop you can't stop like a can of Pringles.
The low bump-bump-bump suddenly seemed to come from everywhere at once, the echoes bouncing back and forth between the alley walls.
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
I think there ought to be
a little music here:
hum, hum.
Roar to your own beat!
My petite little platinum blonde beauty of a wife suddenly turned into a public-relations dynamo. "The business is Buzz!" she proclaimed, and indeed so it became.
Zen: 'I kinda went about it all wrong last night, didn't I?
Melody: 'Kinda? It was a total fustercluck.'
Did I just say bounce? Hello, the nineties want their phrase back.
On top of everything else, Boobie's got the clap.
Squeal like a cheerleader named prom queen, aging retiree placing the game-winning bingo button, frenzied fan finding Johnny Depp in her supermarket.
Ragtime plinking, glasses clinking, choruses getting sung with only half the lyrics right, giggles bubbling over like a tower of champagne.
It's a party, shaking down the dawn.
In a moment of pure frustration today, I came to the conclusion that there is no angry way to say 'bubbles'...
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
Birds sing, hey ding
A-ding, a-ding
Sweet lovers love the spring -
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
I've finally graduated from 'I don't give a hoot.'
Squee." 1 (verb): To emit an onomatopoetic girlish swooning sound out of pure fanboy adulation. 2 (noun): the sound itself.
How's your business doing?"
"What business would that be, Jimmy?"
"The escort service." I try to stifle my laugh, but to no avail. Chelsea slaps me across my arm. It stings, but I don't show it. I can't let her know that she still affects me in any way.
He giggled like a puppy being tickled by a kitten wearing a duckling costume.
Bump in my hoopty hoopty hoop. I own that. And I aint payin my rent this month. I owe that.
Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.
Her bluebird of happiness is teal.
Mr. Rip Wan winkle, be a star that twinkle.
If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
..the happy hum of humanity.
Oh, boy. Why did I have a feeling I'd just aligned myself with Tweedle Diva and Tweedle Devious?
Dill if you don't hush I'll knock you bowlegged.
Let the wild ruckus commence.
The erotic element always present in fashion, the kiss of loving labor on the body, is now overtly expressed by language. Belts hug or clasp; necklines plunge; jerseys bind. The word exciting tingles everywhere.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast.
Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!
That sounds like bulshytt!
If I had the knack
I'd sing like
Cherry flakes falling
You sparkle with larceny.
I once stirred thunder in the skies, And now, unlike the days of yore - Just tears in a drunken poet's eyes And laughter - from some whore.
My bubbly personality is like its own screaming person.
You want me to flash you" I said
He nodded vigorously, like I'd asked if he wanted fries with that.
"And then you'll pass on?"
"That's all I want. So, yeah."
I could almost believe that a fourteen-year-old boy could find deep spiritual peace from a pair of boobs.
On dope he sometimes thought that all the televisions on Calchalk Street were softly cackling about Richard Tull: news flashes about his most recent failures, panel discussions about his obscurity, his neglect.
Jane Jameson."
He grinned. "Like the porn star."
I gaped at him. "What? No, Jane Jameson."
"Oh, not as fun," he said, making disappointed clucking noises.
We must, we must, we must increase our bust.
This is it for a winner, Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner, Move slide your rump, Just for a minute let's all do the bump, Bump, bump, bump yeah.
Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Know what I mean?
A peep, peep, peep, another peep, and that's it.Peep-- Barry Davies
When they laugh, it sounds like confetti.
Bullshit do good when tickle.
I want my fluff-fluff! (Bob) Fluff-fluff ... (Zarek looked panicked.) (Zarek)
Miss Scarlet in the bedroom with the candlestick... Noises
I'm pretty chirpy. I can talk a little too much smack.
It's Christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin.
Everybody happy, hair still nappy,
Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy ...
Many mickles make a muckle.
Who can fail to mist at Fergie's anthem, 'My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps.' Hmmm. 'My lunch, my lunch, I swear it's coming up.
I am the ticking, i am the pulsing, i am underneath every part of this moment
Zen: 'I kinda went about it all wrong last night, didn't I?
Melody: 'Kinda? It was a total fustercluck.'
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I'm so glad Courtney Love is here; I left my crack in my other purse.
was the sound of the most beautiful girl in the whole of the British Isles laughing with delight and amusement.
For all her cute-as-a-button-ness, Bree had a laugh that reminded me of the noise Charly had made that time she shredded her fingertips on the cheese grater.
Shudupshudup ... will ye all shudup while I'm talkin' ... Ahem. Good day ta' ye, carter fellow my ol' fellowy fellow! If ye'll gie us - me a lift as far as yer are goin', we - I'll gie ye this fine shiny golden coin! The
A parcel of country boobies
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
But one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life and, no matter how much of a tintinnabulation, was never confused and, fora moment lifted everything into an ordered sphere: that of the bells.
Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.
If you remember one thing from talking to me, remember this: I am just a girl who makes noises - and I'm incredibly lucky that people happen to like those noises.
Getting ready: the show girl scratches her breast and shakes out her feathers.
The merriment of everything from foot-high weeds to hundred-foot oaks, rustling in the wind - grave chuckling of maples and alders, titters from groves of sapling sassafras, silly giggling in the raspberry bushes, a huge belly laugh from the oldest hollow ash tree before the freeway interchange.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
She covered her body with a feather, reached under her legs, and threw her panties into the audience. A flying herpes rag. A hipster with mutton-chop sideburns caught it. He crumpled it in his fist and thrust it into the air excitedly. His little venereal prize. A
Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.
He dribbled noise.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.