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Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba.
Chilvalry's essential function, Maurice Keen has written, is always to hold up an idealised image of armed conflict in defiance of the harsh realities of actual warfare. By definition, chivalry also reaffirms the paramount importance of custom, hierarchy and inherited rank.
Quill: An instrument of torture yielded by a goose and commonly weilded by as ass.
flaxen mane and tail. The Black Forest horses had a draft-like
Cosmo Girl with a passion for fashion and a magic flask.
She's chiffon and satin ribbons. I'm raw meat and razor blades.
Chihiro, huh? Her real name's Chihiro? Can't beat the power of love.
What is your name?"
"Again sir, that is no concern of yours."
"A mystery," he said. "I shall have to call you Clorinda."
...
"Judith! What the devil? exclaimed Peregrine. "Has there been an accident?"
"Judith," repeated the gentleman of the curricle pensively. "I prefer Clorinda.
Knitted fur is so modern and light, it makes this retro shape cool again.
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.)
We are charmed by neatness: Let not your hair be out of order.
[Lat., Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capilli.]
This isn't one of your spankerchiefs, is it?" "The hell?" "You know, your jizz rag?
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?
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
I have a Pomeranian dog named Nutmeg - a combination of the soccer move and the colour. It's perfect.
A lady named Maude let me in the back,' he said. 'She's a firecracker, that one. Told me she's knitting trivets as a wild change of pace from scarves. If you're keeping score, that means changing from a rectangle all the way to a square.
Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
His hair is like feathers.
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.
a heavy, hooded wool
Raffe sounds like Raw Feet. Coincidence?
What makes you a chaffinch?
I'm pretty chirpy. I can talk a little too much smack.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
Pride of place in my wardrobe is an Edwardian-style Norfolk Jacket in Derby Tweed. It is silk-lined with leather-clad buttons and has a smell that reminds me of wet moss and fallen leaves.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]
"Don't they teach you anything in your schools?"
"Not about this."
"Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing from Google.
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
His Tender Roni.
Hang on. We're leaving grass for road," Breeze warned.
"Remind me to drive next time," Jinx grumbled. "Slow down!"
"Did you lose your yarn balls, kitten?" Breeze laughed. "This is fun!"
(Jinx is part panther)
What the heck is this, a trivet?"
"I AM WAFFLE FACE!
It's Fendi. French, Fendi, both start with an F ... I fell in love with it. Smells like grown-man cologne.
Grab me a chib, wifey. Shite's about to get real.
For example, Madame Chic's wardrobe for winter consisted of three or four wool skirts, four cashmere sweaters, and three silk blouses. (Madame Chic rarely wore trousers.) She had a uniform of sorts and wore it well.
To match the shoes with the jacket is fey. To match the shoes with the hat is taste.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Good Chianti, that aged, majestic and proud wine, enlivens my heart, and frees it painlessly from all fatigue and sadness.
Croquet is bastardized roque.
Doing some late-night home improvements, my man? ( ... ) For what it's worth, I never had any use for that froufrou French shit, either. - Tegan
I heard that chivalry was dead, but I think it's just got a bad flue.
All a woman needs to be chic is a raincoat, two suits, a pair of trousers and a cashmere sweater
Raff, what have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue.
Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies.
Worldfoam. I like that. It sounds fluffy.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.
Caviar is to dining what a sable coat is to a girl in evening dress.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
Ragamuffins are simple, direct and honest. Their speech is unaffected. They are slow to claim, "God told me ... " As they make their way through the world, they bear wordless, prophetic witness.
That civet-jasmine blend you're wearing tonight absolutely clashes with the third-level formal style of your dress, you know.
Come on out, Cock-a-Doodle! Come see the Colonel. I got eleven herbs and spices for your ass." Ferrik
The scarf is soft
The scarf is blue
The scarf is us
chickaree coffee.
Starting with that son of mine - that weakling Chiron.
I love tailcoats; I love blazers. I love tailored things.
He was clad in stylish pale linen and had a squashy packet of Gallic fags jutting from his breast pocket.
Fee fi foe fum, she's scratching on my back. Oh, here she comes.
Squirrel! I've told you not to share your cheek nuts with humans. They don't appreciate it as much as other squirrels!
I must to the barber's, mounsieur; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me I must scratch.
What part of the choco-cornet is the 'head'?
THE GRACKLE
The
There is a lizard called the chameleon that, as you probably know, can change color instantly to blend into its surroundings. Besides being slimy and clod-blooded, Captain Sham resembled the chameleon in that he was chameleonic, a word means 'able to blend in with any situation.
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.
We're lucky to have you, Featherwhisker," Dappletail meowed. No cat spoke up for Goosefeather. With
My life was really interesting before 'Chic.'
Chiron probably wanted me to say, Heck it wa nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I didn't feel like lying.
To grasp the essence of chirality, it is instructive to withdraw for a moment from the familiar three-dimensional world into a two-dimensional one, into a plane, and enquire what chirality means there.
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
CHERFUL IN ALL WEATHERS, NEVER SHERKED A TASK, SPLENDID BEHAVIOUR.
The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder?
It was a hound of some sort, black and disproportionately long-bodied, with lets so stumpy that they appeared to have been amputated. With large, liquid eyes and a sturdy long tail in constant motion, it resembled nothing so much as and exceedingly amiable sausage.
Eyebrows and hair singed off, Hector is barely recognizable under a lathering of day-glow orange. He appears to have been tarred-and-feathered with orange tar and oatmeal feathers.
Whether you like the look or not, that tailcoat is a tough shell, a suit of armour. The posh boy is a hardy species.
Touche, mon ami. Too fugging shay.
The Frenchman invented the ruffle; the Englishman added the shirt.
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
The bronze rider of Mnementh, Lord F'lar, will require quarters for himself. I, F'nor, brown rider, prefer to be lodged with the wingmen. We are, in number, twelve. F'lar liked that touch of F'nor's, totting up the wing strength, as if Fax were incapable of counting.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
You should see Nina's clan tartan," she said, pouring herself more tea. "It's white with orange, green, and royal blue. Horrendous."
"We took to calling any obnoxious pattern Clan MacGarish," I said.
"Or MacHideous," added Laurence.
"MacUgly," I continued.
"MacClash," he countered.
We procured from an Indian a weasel perfectly white except the extremity of the tail which was black: great numbers of wild geese are passing to the south, but their flight is too high for us to procure any of them.
Fashion makes the fur fly.
She was wearing a skirt and a big-shouldered jacket of a royal blue that was fashionable in France, a blue-and-white-striped silk blouse, and electric-blue lizard pumps with white calf caps on the toes.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
Wardrobe of Denial. Blanchie glanced
A bad word that I can't say that starts with f.
I have a magnificent chin and a long, odd-shaped face. As a result, I always look better in collars.
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
Merlin's beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.
flibbertigibbets - and
SABLE- A common knitting acronym that stands for Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.
Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman XV. Knitting XVI.
It's hare to be fit as a fiidle when you look like a 'cello.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
APPENDIX 1 DICKENS AND CRUIKSHANK
A French woman is a perfect architect in dress: she never, with Gothic ignorance, mixes the orders; she never tricks out a snobby Doric shape with Corinthian finery; or, to speak without metaphor, she conforms to general fashion only when it happens not to be repugnant to private beauty.
I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Due reference of place, and exhibition;
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.
Tyson was still staring at Chiron in amazement. He whimpered like he wanted to pat Chiron's flank but was afraid to come closer.
Pony?