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What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?
Arthur Clennam came to a squeezed house, with a ramshackle bowed front, little dingy windows, and a little dark area like a damp waistcoat-pocket, which he found to be number twenty-four, Mews Street, Grosvenor Square.
What is that in his hand?"
"A cleaver. As in-"
"Butcher's knife."
"You got it."
"I hope not."
"He does not look happy."
"Are you sure it's a he?"
"I don't want to know.
Jerrykins, or Pickled Gherkins. Lord Peter was not one of those born uncles who delight old nurses by their
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
Cocksucker! You're a fucking Cocksucker, Grif! My Cocksucker!
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Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.
What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork from my lunch?
Another cunt oaf ma fuckin Christmas caird list.
-Didnae ken ye kept a list, likesay, Franco...
-Every cunt keeps a fuckn list. He taps his heid,
-A Christmas caird list, n that cunt's fuckin well oaf it!
Owr brave little shank!
I'm running out of words to describe this lad.
Cricket? Nobody understands cricket! You gotta know what a crumpet is to understand cricket!
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.
A brick is ... ... ... Well it's a bloody brick what more do you want from me?
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.
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.
I couldn't have made a better shot, if I had been one of those detectives who see a chap walking along the street and deduce that he is a retired manufacturer of poppet valves named Robinson with rheumatism in one arm, living at Clapham.
Stationer, that Riddlesden, the attorney, was a very knave.
At best she's a scrawny, hollow-eyed croneling." "Croneling?" John tilted his head in perplexity. "Croneling. Noun. One who has yet to achieve cronehood. The adolescent phase of the British crone," Avery lectured.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.
My little cup brims with tiddles.
He's a filler," Cammie says with more conviction than a suicide bomber.
"What does that mean?" I am studying the menu, contemplating an almond croissant.
"You know - stuff something into your heart quickly to stop it from cracking open ... from
bleeding out ...
How would you know a Cork footballer? He's the one who thinks that oral sex is just talking about it.
Klunk's another word for poo. Poo makes a klunk sound when it falls in our pee pots.
Poirot was standing in the larder in a dramtic attitude. In his hand he was brandishing a leg of mutton.
'My dear Poirot! What is the matter? have you gone mad?'
'Regard i pray you this mutton! But regard it closely!
You know why the French hate us so much? Thay gave us the croissant. And you know what we did with it? We turned it into our croissandwich, thank you very much.
Tobak Davenport, who is a cross between some Sugar Puffs and Lynn Faulds-Wood, was squatting there before being removed by the local constabulary after he went round to complain about Luther Blisset's pet turkey fouling the communal herb garden.
Meadowlark Lemon is one very clever man, unique and truly one of a kind.
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Ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
never returned to the world they knew
and nobody knows what happened to
dear ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
Only a very bold country would mix vodka and clams. The cocktail, also known as the Bloody Caesar, was invented in 1969 by Canadian hero Walter Chell, who crushed fresh clams into tomato juice and added plenty of vodka. Americans can now take the easy route by buying Clamato off the shelf.
cudgel! That's worth thy trouble,
I am content to be a bric-a-bracker and a Ceramiker.
GAMZEE: honk.
KARKAT: WHAT.
GAMZEE: HONK.
KARKAT: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????
Haste to thie kiste, thie onlie dortoure bedde.Cale, as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde,Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves;Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves.
Just because I'm no jaw clacker doesn't mean there should be a ruction put up whenever I have sommat to say.
Fellow has the wrong clothes and all that. French chap-or Belgian. Queer fellow, but he's got the goods all right.
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
Chadwickius frenemus,
"Croissant": However you choose to pronounce it at home, it is perhaps worth nothing that outside the United States, the closer you can come to saying "kwass-ohn," the sooner you can expect to be presented with one.
Do the Clam, do the Clam, grab your barefoot baby by the hand.
cunt on the blackboard.
Dieter, you're a brick!" I shouted. I couldn't help it. Dieter looked as pleased as punch. To him, being called a brick by an English native was probably more precious than a knighthood.
She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.
Riley swings the door open and grins at me. "G'day mate!"
I frown at him. "What the hell was that?"
"Me," he says, "trying to speak your language."
I push past him and plonk myself down on his sofa. "That was Australian.
Honey, I'm a cocksucker, what are you?
A box of tacks - might actually be something less obvious: a box and tacks.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
untie. Clove Hitch
You can't bribe me with pie." Before he'd finished the sentence, his stomach grumbled loudly in a plea for the pie.
The men grinned.
"We all know you're a pie ho," Mr. Elroy said.
Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?
Quite definitely a Bingley
'The Nutcracker' is the ballet that keeps on giving.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
So you're the Pigeon, huh?"
"No," I snapped. "I have a name."
He seemed amused at the way I regarded him, which only served to make me angrier.
"Well? What is it?" he asked.
I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him.
"Pigeon it is, then," he shrugged.
I don't speak fluent bumpkin...
He called me a pie!" she announced, defensively. There was a pause. "Wait. That's not right."
"A tart?"
"Yes! That's it!
I guess I'm the last of the Cockneys.
Who's Kreacher?"
"The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him."
"He is not a nutter," said Hermione.
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?
Oh, Clikk, thank the stars!' she exclaimed, leaping into my arms. 'The pirate man said to trust him and so I gave him my dress and went with the other pirate in his ship!'
'Oh, good,' I said. 'But next time a pirate tells you to trust him, you mustn't. Understood?
Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?
A fusty nut with no kernel.
Good even, my fine young yeomen! Come clap this loon in irons.
The clerisy are those who seek, and find, delight and enlargement of life in books. The clerisy are those for whom reading is a personal art.
How many crumpets, at a sittin', do you think 'ud kill me off at once?" says the patient. "I don't know," says the doctor. "Do you think half-a-crown's wurth 'ud do it?" says the patient. "I think it might," says the doctor.
your uncle Geoffrey.
APPENDIX 1 DICKENS AND CRUIKSHANK
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, everybody loves them. But I thought this was interesting on the box, 'Konsult Kardiologist.
I'm Bertie Byrd. I rent your house since you don't live here anymore." "Did you say Dirty Bird?" He laughed out loud. "Oh, that's a good one, Mr. Fortney. I never heard that one before. A real knee-slapper. Where's the key?
Ulysses, darling," she whispered, "you don't mind that I'm a round-heeled tart."
"Nonsense. You're my cherry tart. Ripe and oh-so sweet, you naughty girl."
-Angelia Sparrow, Cherry Tart
Colonel Hugh Pickering - Well, I'm dashed!
Blasted doorknob of a kender
We're out of gonger ale!
A knick-knack is a thing that sits on top of a whatnot.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
I am what you call a hooligan-
Kenny Shanker burns with boppish abandon.
Teacher: "Amy, what do you call the outside of a tree?" Student: "No idea, Miss Smith." Teacher: "Bark, Amy." Amy: "Arf! Arf! Arf!
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
This is Kester Baleen and Ajex Cristo,' Jared introduced. 'One born without common sense and another with too much intelligence.'
'Yeah, and what about you Dernell?' Kester retorted back. 'Born with a dry sense of humour.
Otchky-potchky, itchky-pitch,
Pay attention to this witch.
A donkey takes you to a knight
Him you conquer in a fight.
Then you wed a princess who
Is even uglier than you.
Ha ha ha and cockadoodle,
The magic words are 'Apple Strudel
Cranberry Catsup
Lord Henry, you are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing.
Brynna replies I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you're not suppose to spell it, Jules, you're suppose to suck it
Was his body made out of orange rocks and did he at any point yell 'It's clobbering time'?"
"I find your attempt at levity inappropriate."
"Consider me properly chastised.
You're a real firecracker, Astrid, aren't you? Firecracker is what people in certain social circles say when what they really mean is asshole.
Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.
Oh how our neighbour lifts his nose,
To tell what every schoolboy knows.
Whatever clunks your cowbell,
Clem tried to marshal his meaning to his tongue,
A very scurvy fellow.
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
This fight figures to be crunk
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
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