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As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head.
Hello kerplunk, this is my dear friend pitter patter.
Clem tried to marshal his meaning to his tongue,
Capcom, or capsule communicator.
Justrong>sstrong>t 'caustrong>sstrong>e strong>sstrong>he'strong>sstrong> farting through strong>sstrong>ilk doestrong>sstrong>n't mean strong>sstrong>he can strong>sstrong>hit on people who don't have any money.
Clunk all wound up and ready to go!
Each new Clarice, compact as a living body with its smells and its breath, shows off, like a gem, what remains of the ancient Clarices, fragmentary and dead.
Let's to the Kit-Cat Clubb.
Don't <>trong>trtrong>y to beat the goalkeeper ... Tr y to des<>trong>trtrong>oy the goalkeeper.
computer-majiggies,
I'll do everything I can to help, you know that, right, Alexander? Not because it's the Clave, but because it's you - Magnus
Special Assistrong>ststrong>ant Agent in Charge
Lang."
He nearly smiled at the title she knew she'd botched again.
"Justrong>ststrong> 'Mr Lang' is fine.
Pack pack kill kill
One of those librarians who rules the stacks with an intimidating scowl, whispers quiet sharply enough to lacerate the tender inner tissues of the ear, and will pursue an overdue-book fine with the ferocity of a rabid ferret.
The horses have stopped
their clippity-clop,
but feet are too slow
for where I must go.
So here I shall stay
until light of day
when clippity-clop
gets my team underway.
COMMIT. PURGE. REPLENISH.
Or, rather, you irritate everyone, Curdle. Because you're so unreliable.'
'I'm not always unreliable, Telorast.
The Cremulator" sounds like a cartoon villain or the name of a monster truck but is in fact the name of what is essentially a bone blender, roughly the size of a kitchen crockpot. I
Beware the short terminal guy with nothing to lose.
They were thirty feet away - much too far to reach the elevator - but Leo pulled out a screwdriver and chucked it like a throwing knife. An impossible shot. The screwdriver spun straight past Clytius and slammed into the UP button.
Modern cyberspace is a deadly festering swamp, teeming with dangerous programs such as 'viruses,' 'worms,' 'Trojan horses' and 'licensed Microsoft software' that can take over your computer and render it useless.
Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called.
Oh God." I lost the ability to speak under such glorious torture. "He won't help you, Cleo. Might as well implore my name instead.
CLYTEMNESTRA
What ails thee, raising this ado for us?
SLAVE
I say the dead are come to slay the living.
Cletus Winston is madly in love with me. ***
Smack me if we ever get that awful."
"But I strong>sstrong>mack you strong>sstrong>o often," strong>sstrong>he strong>sstrong>aid, "how will you know that'strong>sstrong> what I'm strong>sstrong>macking you for?"
"We strong>sstrong>hall work out a strong>sstrong>macking code.
a noose will serve. Ser Alliser,
From the Latin, con clavis: 'with a key'.
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!
Peppier n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.
A crier of green sauce.
During several centuries Clochemerle, far from the cities and trade routes, had lived in stillness and isolation. But now, at last, the clamour of the great world was crossing the invisible barrier, bringing doubts, temptations, and discontents.
Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa
Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta?
I pulled the Net chip out of my head, cutting her off. The chip was long and white, with many metal legs; cupped in my hand, it looked like some pale, crawling thing that you'd find living under a rock. Vermin.
When you show the odd flash of contextual intelligence, I forget your generation can't read, Clarice.
Hannibal Lecter
As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave
I fumble for the return tab and quickly type as I continue my way down the catwalk.
Ned help!
Thank you, SmartText, for knowing how pressing my need for Ned is at this very moment.
I'm crepuscular.
Question: What do you get the man who has everything? Answer: a concious. That guy is so greedy.
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
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
This isn't about you, Skeeter. It's about me, and I need you here. If we lose Crutchfield, we'll get him another day. If I lose you...
All I'm doing is carrying you around, and making a fool of myself. I'm useless. I'm not helping anyone.'
'Clove Sutcliffe, you are doing things no human has ever done before. You are groundbreaking. You are unique. Do not cease to function due to inappropriate emotional weakness.
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Who hastens a glutton choakes him.
I don't need to be enlightned. I have a killfile.
Clem Miniver: She was a good cook, as good cooks go. And as good cooks go, she went.
Maker - their word for worm,
THE GRACKLE
The
Clevinger was one of those people with lots of intelligence and no brains, and everyone knew it except those who soon found it out
Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
The name's Clem Williamson Snide. I am a private asshole.
Nameless McBitchypants
Read in oreder to live
Get off me, you lard-ass, halitosis, flea-infested horror-movie reject! (Alexion)
God's codpiece, you're very kind
unequivocal anal-retentive clutter buster
CNHAKRVR2TLK2PTHFDRPRP4LONGMSG-- Andy Weir
Clem (Clementa Pinckney) understood that justice grows out of recognition of ourselves, in each other.
For Caleb's kittens
Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!
French zombie chauffeur.
Rememberatorium),
To ... to ... What the heck to call a duke who 'comes a monk?"
"Brother?" Colin ventured.
Will shook his head. "A bit too familiar. How 'bout BrotherYourGrace?"
"Got it," Colin exclaimed. "Your Celibacy. Get it? Your Celibacy.
What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork from my lunch?
You're going to find Tigerstar. Against that fiend, every cat is helpless.
Make yourself a "capacity" and I will make myself a "torrent."
Cocksucker! You're a fucking Cocksucker, Grif! My Cocksucker!
Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.
Use the hook, you
It answers to the name of Henry, but you can call it Library Boy.
I'm running out of names. There aren't that many vile things on this earth that can describe what a cum dumpster you are.
Ummmm, Excuse me, Cokey McWhoreslut?
We ought to call ourselves Homo clamorans. Noisemaking man.
[Perl] gives you the STDERR filehandle so that your program can make snide comments off to the side while it transforms (or attempts to transform) your input into your output.
CRUSHER: [NOUN] SOMEONE WHO SURFS HARD, AS IF THEY HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE AND NO FEAR INSIDE
Angel raised her hand. "Excuse me. What does LTC stand for?" She blinked innocently.
"Loving Tender Care?"Gazzy suggested.If our instructor had had lasers for eyes, he would have sliced Gazzy in half.
"Lieutenant colonel," he sputtered.
Chadwickius frenemus,
To trust agents, hyperlinks are the twenty-first-century equivalent of the name-dropper.
He stepped over to Vidian and turned the man's head. There, in his left ear, he saw a small dataport. A moment's revulsion struck and passed. "All right," he said. "Who wants to download Vidian's brain?
I can't strong>sstrong>hut my brain off. It'strong>sstrong> like a hamstrong>sstrong>ter wheel." ~ Justrong>sstrong>tin
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?
Mother... fucker...
Beggars approached the task of trying to persuade perfect strangers to bear the burden of their maintenance with that optimistic vim which makes all the difference. It was one of those happy mornings.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
J..es ... u..s fu ... ck..in.g Ch..ri ... strong>ststrong> Liam! The bed slammed againstrong>ststrong> the wall.
I'm a troglodyte. I think that's the word for it. Like an old school weird person who throws bricks at their computers.
What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?
Mount You-Gotta-Be-Kidding-Me.
It should be possible, in a 'debreviation' mode, to type 'clr' on the keyboard and have 'The Council on Library Resources, Inc.' appear on the display.
An old guy was asked if he had ever googled himself. Probably not computer literate, he answered: "Of course, we all did, but we didn't call it that.
Clemenza's overriding responsibility is to his family. He takes a moment out of his routine madness to remember that he had promised his wife that he would bring dessert home. His instruction to his partner in crime is an entire moral manifesto in six little words: 'Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
LEONTES Out! A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door: A most intelligencing bawd!
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 is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.
Snarky Snarkerson!