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Who do you serve?" Lanferelle asked.
"Sir John Cornerwailled," Hook said proudly.
Lanferelle was pleased. "Sir John! Ah, there's a man. His mother must have slept with a Frenchman.
Set a beggar on horse backe, they saie, and hee will neuer alight.
My friends call me Wrath," says Raffe. "My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What's your name, soldier boy?
Hurley, hurley, round the table,
Eat as muckle as ye're able.
Eat muckle, pooch nane,
Hurley, hurley, Amen.
Javier Chevanton don't speak the language too good.
'Chamalkay' is an old Guyanese slang word. It means a 'young mischievous girl.' It's not derogatory, but it isn't over complimentary, either. It was probably a word I just Googled one day, and the song kind of played into the feel of that.
The only really detestable character in Chaucer's company of Canterbury pilgrims is the Pardoner with his stringy locks, his eunuch's hairless skin, his glaring eyes like a hare's, and his brazen acknowledgment of the tricks and deceits of his trade.
Coach Genghis rather
Dominic Chocolate!!!
We'll all see through Mourinho. We'll find out he's just a Bengal lancer.
He was holding a tray. On the tray were two glasses of milky Indian chai. 'Chota hazari, sahib,' said Ladoo. Bed tea. 'What a nice gesture,' I said returning to Olivia. 'Mrs Puri has sent us up some tea.' 'I wish she had sent it up two hours later,' said Olivia from beneath her sheets.
Pique or policy. We would never know.
Legacy Damian Green
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
The cholerick man never wants woe.
Tea with a Chenjan. What was next? Ahmed thought. Dinner with bel dames?
Coffee is not my cup of tea
A girl's name ending in 'a' - that always suggests a 'C' cup.
Tea was coffee's bitch.
My name is CHL. That's Charles Haas Layfield.
Kope!" the other guy yeled. "What the frick?! You got some cheetah blood in you or what?""Seriously!" insisted Blake. "How did you run so fast?"
"I am African." Without taking his eyes from mine, Kopano eased himself off me, and I sat up.
Gervasio Lonquimay
No way! Chax can smile?
A distinctly ordinary player of extraordinary dirtiness.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
That was Chas. Furious and black-hearted one minute, ready to crack a wry joke the next.
Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds.
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
man with a chinchilla beard
Lorenzo Gambini, I presume? Or would you prefer to be called - "
"Sir," I cut in before he can say Scar. "You can call me sir, if it gives you the tingles. Otherwise, let's just stick with Gambini.
Who is he, the ill-disposed gentleman in pink?" inquire the Comte, when they were out of earshot.
"A creature of no importance," shrugged Philip.
"So I see. Yet he contrives to arouse your anger.?"
"Yes," admitted Philip. "I do not like the color of his coat.
Jamie Carragher trained with United as a youngster. When he was with us he was a midfielder and a mundane, run-of-the-mill player.
Albert tin. Why're
'Chappie' would be like 'RoboCop,' but hilarious. If you mixed 'Robocop' with 'E.T.' and it was ... funny, that's what it is.
You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.
Call me 'Tuk-Tuk', and keep saying it, but remember I am the captain of Pakistan.
thick negroid lips
quarrel with Yeremi at the time, still Chigirin
His Tender Roni.
No tea for the feeble, no crepe for the dead.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).
Liverpool will be without Kvarme tonight - he's illegible.
Julian of Norwich,
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
As soon as he disappears around the corner, CeCe, the secretary who occupies the left side of
Carlos Tevez's English should be better than what it is
Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.
He is but as the stubble of the field, and yet he has no beard.
Sir Seretse Khama,
Captain Phillips is a knockout.
traditional British tea.
Mrs. Jaffee a little earlier. I asked if he was escorting Mrs. Jaffee. "Certainly," he said virtuously. "She is my client. What's that noise you're making?" "It's something special," I told him, "and takes a lot of practice. Don't try it offhand. It's a derisive chortle.
King Kofi Kingston, that does have a nice ring to it. But not so much the initials, though.
Here. Tea." Reagan hands me a steaming mug. One sip tells me it's not just tea.
"You spiked the drink of an injured person," I state flatly, the alcohol burning in my throat.
"Who does that?"
"It's better than what a lame horse gets,
what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make!
On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.
The man wannabe actually ... a wannabe. David Haye's a wannabe.
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Our cup will truly run over only after we have sealed the character cracks.
He is called the horse
That cup of tea is definately not down your alley
A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
nihari, a rich beef curry,
steward, bailiff, falconer, houndmaster
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Goosefeather appeared from the gorse tunnel and padded straight to his den. He didn't even stop to ask how Leopardfoot was. Bluefur pressed back the urge to rake his muzzle with her claws. He's supposed to be the Clan medicine cat, for StarClan's sake!
Tea no more! Down with bustles!
This isn't one of your spankerchiefs, is it?" "The hell?" "You know, your jizz rag?
It was around then that the phone rang. It was my friend Cee Cee, wanting to know if I cared to join her and Adam McTavish at the Coffee Clutch to drink iced tea and talk bad about everyone we know.
Cole - For the fifth labour what better treat than to sling giant chunks of dung
Peter Crouch, the Marmite of football.
poxy shitweasel,
Best defender I have played against? Carles Puyol
If you were in the Brondby dressing room right now, which of the Liverpool players would you be looking at?
O' the blue-bodied cowherd - ever playful in love and war. Don't you fail to see the immensity of his wisdom and light.
McSorely's Tea verily the finest tea in the world" -Mister Snickering.
The worshipful father and first founder and embellisher of ornate eloquence in our English, I mean Master Geoffrey Chaucer.
Sachin Tendulkar the best yesterday, today and forever
Buffon is a gentleman thinking only of the ball [after Gianluigi Buffon's strong tackle on Andy Carroll during a friendly with Newcastle
Man with the Muckrake
In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
that fucking motherfucker
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
Question your tea spoons.
...that fucker defines cuntishness.
Who was the blundering idiot who said 'fine words butter no parsnips'? Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.
Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags. The Lipton's had been left by Mrs. Grossman, the weekly cleaning woman, who thought tea made from loose leaves messy and disgusting.
Elizabeth Spencer.
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
There is Peter Graf, Steffi's father, with his head on his chin.
What would it be like to have Raffe's hand caress my nipple?
The Prince of Calcutta. Two of his special qualities are his intelligence and articulation, both of which have helped him immensely in the world of contemporary cricket.
You got no choice but to be friendly, he told it, being Chace bossy but the heretofore-unknown cute kind. My heart melted more. The kitty lifted a paw and pressed it to Chace's nose. Chace grinned at him. The rest of me melted.
I now know what Sachin Tendulkar feels every time he bats in India.
He was a chap like himself, with a unique pain; and yet there would be no knowing that if you passed him in the street, or sat opposite him in a cafe
I'm so sorry I hurt you, chere.
Oh my dear fellow ... should you not be askind, 'Would the tea like the cup?
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?