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Puddings, my dear sir?' cried Graham.
Puddings. We trice 'em athwart the starboard gumbrils, when sailing by and large.
Under the seams runs the pain.
Holy Mother Flip Whistle
A signature ChapStick would be so sweet.
Collies, coffee and, murder most foul!
You cold?' He chafes my arms. I haven't been cold since I moved here. This is something else. 'No. But you can put your arms around me anyway.
Someone broke from the scrum and, punching and kicking, staggered towards the Klatchian goal.
"Isn't that man your butler?" said Ahmed.
"Yes."
"One of your soldiers said he bit a man's nose off."
Vimes shrugged. "He's got a very pointed look if I don't use the sugar tongs, I know that.
Let's have another bottle of 'cham,'" said Captain Clutterbuck, when their dinner was nearly over. "'Cham' is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.
Chastity - you can carry it too far.
fiddlesticks" and
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
There is nothing quite as unpleasant as wearing a pair of briefs which have been trailed through a Calcutta courtyard. Nothing, that is, except having one's elbows and knees lacerated by unseen slivers of glass and discarded razor blades.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Coffee is not my cup of tea
Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.
Safi snatched the other side of his shirt. These go inside these.
While briskly to each patriot lip
Walks eager round the inspiring flip;
Delicious draught, whose pow'rs inherit
The quintessence of public spirit!
Cat piss and porcupines!
What do ladies wear beneath their riding trousers?"
"I would think an infamous rake would already know."
"I was never infamous. In fact, I'm fairly standard as far as rakes go."
"The ones who deny it are the worst.
Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.
Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye - I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!
My little cup brims with tiddles.
I do wish there were assless chaps. Not that I would wear them. But there is nothing funnier than the words assless chaps.
Ockham's disposable razors
If I'm not on the red carpet or at a photo shoot, I never wear anything besides ChapStick. But I'll have a heart attack if I don't have my chapstick.
It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
their lambs spent the whole summer loose in the highlands without any significant losses. They produced wool of consistently high quality, and were easy to feed and simple to handle. It was no surprise that other breeders
Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
I am now the site of an unmistakable sag ... With fancy holographic belt buckles do I attempt to restrain my stampeding softness. In vain ... My only virtues, as a physical specimen, are my sideburns, which are like the pelts of rare woodland animals. My sideburns are not to be ignored.
row of stitches.
I'm a big fan of teatowels and am always on the lookout for a good one.
Blueberry Muffins
A scab'd horse cannot abide the comb.
What a beautiful and chaste-looking mouth! from floor to ceiling, lines, or rather papered with a glistening white membrane, glossy as bridal satins.
How they chirped over their cups.
A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.
Seine and Piave are silver spoons,
But the spoonbowl-metal is thin and worn
A girl's name ending in 'a' - that always suggests a 'C' cup.
Silk handkerchief that erupted out of the breast pocket, an affectation he had adopted to distance himself from the Westminster hordes in their banal Christmas-stocking ties and Marks & Spencer suits.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
A clothing company is making T-shirts inspired by Bernie Sanders with messages like 'Feel the Bern.' They were gonna make them for Lincoln Chafee too, but no one wants to wear a shirt that says 'Feel the Chafee.'
The flannelled fools at the wicket or the mudied oafs at the goals ...
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
For the preservation of chastity, an empty and rumbling stomach and fevered lungs are indispensable.
I've got it!" he declared suddenly, snapping his fingers in triumph.
"Take your knickers off."
"What?" Did that mean what I think it did?
"Your knickers. You know - panties, underwear, muff-huggers, nasty nets -
Don't uncork what you can't contain
My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.
Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is.
(Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)
Charlotte, N.C., 273 Chastity belt, 55 Chaucer, Geoffrey,
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
The thick plottens.
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.
What would it be like to have Raffe's hand caress my nipple?
Never had Safi seen so many furled sails. Or circling sea gulls.
Cursed birds.
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.
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.
So instead of a bra, what do you think I wore for support, intergalactically? Gaffer's tape.
Indecisive? Uncertain? Worried? Let the rolling ivory tumble your burdens away. $2.50 per pair.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
My stomach aches a new. blasted inconvenience. What do young men have to mark their entry into adulthood? Trousers, that's what. Fine, new trousers. I despise absolutely everyone just now.
Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
Why do you call me Buttercup?
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
Cojones: it's a thing you either have or don't.
Cuban-heeled stockings; not the sort of thing you could buy for another man's wife.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
I think Brian Moore's gnashers are the kind you get from a DIY shop and hammer in yourself. He is the only player we have who looks like a French forward.
Woolsey bites on occasion
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection,
Figures pedantical
these summer flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
I once went to one of his Virgin Vie parties and had a really good time watching Chas having a paddy whilst trying to put on Dave's socks, before realising that he only had two feet, compared to Dave's three.
An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants.
Of all the sexual aberrations, perhaps the most peculiar is chastity.
Stop busting my balls, Soren. I'm out of tea.
Let slip the dogs of champions.
They were oddities, marginal and not exactly respectable. For her part, Chaps was too well read to be considered entirely proper. Books had made her unreasonably independent.
CSL - cock- sucking-lips.
Of all sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
At Birkin Grif's left, his seat insecure on a scruffy packhorse, Theomeris Glyn, his only armour a steel-stressed leather cap, grumbled at the cold and the earliness of the hour, and cursed the flint hearts of city girls.
McSorely's Tea verily the finest tea in the world" -Mister Snickering.
you curdled clot of whores piss
You might loosen your corset strings," he advised. "It will make your journey more pleasant."
"I'm not wearing a c-corset," she said without looking at him.
"You aren't? My God." His gaze slid over her with expert assessment.
Between wiener juice and lung blood, I'd say that chambray shirt was a goner.
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
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?"
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As a young man, I used to sport a rather ragged beard [ ... ]; it doesn't suit and in its untended state I can often come to look like a set of sensory organs lost in a raspberry bush.
The most violent, mean and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest.
I held my bag open and he dropped Jenks inside.
"Hey!" the pixy protested, and then, "Tink's little pink dildo, Rache? Haven't you gotten rid of those condoms yet? They got a shelf life, you know.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
The Bane
... where coxswain's dirt
and seaman's shirts
brushed bawdily upon her chest ...
A wild, wick slip she was
the kind of beards which make you look like you've glued a racoon to your face. The
If at one time or another I have brushed a few colleagues the wrong way, I must apologize: I had not realized that they were covered with fur.
Shite and onions!
Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse.
Weak, tea-drinking, effeminate, ineffectual
masters of India, robbers of South Africa, bedevillers of all Europe.