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what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make!
Cricket? Nobody understands cricket! You gotta know what a crumpet is to understand cricket!
Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky:
R: Ravishing, I: Impress,
C: Courageous or Careless,
K: for the Kangols which I've got,
That I wear everyday and Y: Why not?
Robinson had a servant even better than Friday: His name was Crusoe.
crenellations, the scarlet and the pale, the airy stone and the
The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn't lilt here.
I'm definitely a crier. I get really emotional if someone's being rude or says something mean about me.
Ache my bones, flame my muscles, tingle my nerves, but you will never taint my beautiful mind & I will overcome this condition with the belief that I already have.
- CRPS AWARENESS -
I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine."
"Bayern's Own? But you're a child."
Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.
I promptly forgot about him and prepared a blend of Creativi-Tea, since I had some fantasy role-players coming in for their weekly dungeon crawl, and the DM always wanted a little something extra to keep him on top of his players.
Rememberatorium),
I couldn't decide what had been more disturbing - my bizarre hallucination or the hostile crone.
The greatness of Mac Rebennack, alias, Dr. John, also known as John Crieux, rests on his command of the musical use of idiomatic expression. Not a technically well-endowed singer, nor a great songwriter, he leaves his mark through the discipline and control he exerts over all that he touches.
Jesus H. Christ on a chariot-driven crutch.
Maker - their word for worm,
But, you know, Cronaca isn't more innovative than what comes after.
A crier of green sauce.
ninety percent of everything is crud.
My credo is very short. Its first article is art - and its second is art - and its third is art!
Ah," said Varney. "Then I'm working for you, aren't I?" "Yes, you are," said Mr. Croup. "I'm afraid we don't have any redeeming features." "That doesn't bother me," said Varney. "Good," said Mr. Croup. "Welcome aboard.
Please take General Crinkle to the torture chamber. There you will kindly slice him into thin slices. Afterward you may feed him to the seven-headed dogs.
Crave, v.: Nothing makes me feel as welcome in the world as the sound of you laughing at a joke I've made.
The croup following measles, on top of malnutrition, on top of rickets," he said to me under his breath. "It's the cascade of catastrophies.
I'm beginning to think we're attending the most cray-cray high school in North America.
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
Srad was a fruit with mildly narcotic properties- tonight the villagers ingested large quantities of it in order to feel the narcotic effects.
Ydych chi'n cymryd cerdynnau credid? said the highwayman, no doubt trying to frighten me further, his consonants chained like anal beads strung out of hell's own bunghole.
Janie: Did you ever sell drugs?
Cabel: Yes. Pot. Ninth and tenth grade. I was, uh ... rather troubled back then.
Janie: Why did you stop?
Cabel: Got busted, and Captain made me a better deal. Janie: So you've been a narc since then? Cabel: I cringe at your terminology.
Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.
I tried the Crisco, and I hated it. Hated it! I couldn't roll it out. I'm a butter girl for my pie crusts.
This is the crepe.
This is the cider.
This is how we live and eat.
A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.
In slow drowning waves the knowledge washed over Cressida, her professor did not think that she was so special after all. He didn't know her father Zeno. Was that it?
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Croquet is tough. People play for months because the rules are so bizarre. Those crazy English.
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.
Nim-nim was a banana-like fruit on Booboo. An immature
Was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called - nay we call ourselves and write our name - Crusoe; and so my companions
I want to strangle whoever invented that R-Patz thing.
We may not be the creme de la creme, but we are the creme de la scum.
As equally as one may use size, the cunning James Crosbie was once classified as the most dangerous man in Scotland, notorious for his daring bank robberies and escaping on a bicycle. He was the criminal mastermind behind many successful crimes carried out throughout the UK.
Roo-coo-coo-coo! Roo-coo-coo-coo!
No the first day, man crea tee God
Steady work turns genius to a loom.
Call it what you like,' said the Cat. 'Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?' 'I should like it very much,' said Alice, 'but I haven't been invited yet.' 'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished.
Ah, the mysterious croak. Here today, gone tomorrow. It's the best reason I can think of to throw open the blinds and risk belief. Right now, this minute, time to move out into the grief and glory. High tide.
I recognized it immediately the first time it happened - the cackle of the crone. It is the sound of a woman who is caught inside the mystery of the universe, in the irony of the angst, in the place ego abhors. Bliss.
You trip and lance
Your finger at a crab. It strikes. You rub
It inch-meal to a bilge of shell. You dance
Child-crazy over tub and gunnel, grasping
Your pitchfork like a trident, poised to stab
The greasy eel-grass clasping and unclasping
The jellied iridescence of the crab.
Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called - nay we call ourselves and write our name - Crusoe; and
CRAYFISH, n. A small crustacean very much resembling the lobster, but less indigestible.
James Croll, the Scottish janitor and self-taught polymath whose theories concerning Earth's orbit provided the first plausible explanation for how ice ages might have started.
I'm the C.E.O., n<>ong>oong>minated by the shareh<>ong>oong>lders. If they're n<>ong>oong>t happy, I have t<>ong>oong> take the c<>ong>oong>nsequences.
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.
CNHAKRVR2TLK2PTHFDRPRP4LONGMSG-- Andy Weir
Ank fr<>ong>oong>ze. The m<>ong>oong>aning became m<>ong>oong>re stressful and a little bit l<>ong>oong>uder. "I think its c<>ong>oong>ming fr<>ong>oong>m the basement."
With<>ong>oong>ut warning, Ank grabs a p<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>l stick and starts banging <>ong>oong>n the fl<>ong>oong><>ong>oong>rb<>ong>oong>ards. "W<>ong>oong>uld y<>ong>oong>u shut up! It f<>ong>oong>ur <>ong>oong>'cl<>ong>oong>ck in the m<>ong>oong>rning and pe<>ong>oong>ple are trying t<>ong>oong> get their beauty sleep!
I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard.
The Mathom-house it was called; for anything that Hobbits had no immediate use for, but were unwilling to throw away, they called a mathom. Their dwellings were apt to become rather crowded with mathoms, and many of the presents that passed from hand to hand were of that sort.
(A WOMBAT is a Waste Of Money, Brains, And Time: the non-IT equivalent of a PEBCAK. (A PEBCAK is a Problem that Exists Between Chair And Keyboard. (You get the picture: it's parenthesized despair all the way down.)))
Again Creb grunted. It was the usual noncommittal comment used by men when responding to a woman. It carried only enough meaning to indicate the woman had been understood, without acknowledging too much significance in what she said.
The United Metropolitan Improved Hot Muffin and Crumpet Baking and Punctual Delivery Company.
Why, Criminy Stain," I said. "You're a romantic."
"Oh, no," he said with a grin. "I'm fiendish and unscrupulous, a vicious killer and a thief and a bloodthirsty monster. And maybe a little romantic. But don't tell anyone, or my reputation's shot.
ludic: cigarette
Niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the C.R.E.A.M.
The machine invades me all day.
A man can be an artist ... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece.
This thing called rhymin' is no different than coal minin';
We both on assignment to unearth the diamond.
It's all the same to the clam.
Christmas isn't Christmas without your white-chocolate cranberry cookies
Kingsmoot shall emerge a man to finish the work King Balon
Ayo for yayo
Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
I must have been craze yo
When you get the red letters right, it all makes sense.
Craw didn't just grunt - he made sounds like barnyard animals going to bed at night. The more frustrated and/or inarticulate he felt, the bigger the animal. This particular grunt sounded like a constipated cow.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me.
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
I believe that cronyism is nothing more than welfare for the rich and powerful, and should be abolished.
Roberta Marieschi
I'm gonna Crock-Pot the shit out of this winter. He
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
untie. Clove Hitch
Sex is a slotmachine.
Thanks for saving me back there larten
errmm thats mr crepsley to you - darren shan and larten creplsley - the vampires assistant
I am Nom-O-Tron,' said the machine, in a big, boomy voice, so loud that Astra was afraid her mum and dad or some other grown-ups would hear and come to see who was sneaking a bedtime snack. 'Shhh!' she said. 'Have you got any biscuits?
I will sing while you croak.
Why do croutons come in airtight packages? It's just stale bread to begin with.
It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.
Whither thou goest...
This is Mr. Round."
"SHORT Round.
The relationship itself was a croquette, too much flour and milk patted smooth into something it wasn't.
Then i starter krompy kromp with Kroomp Krompp and the i kromped all over the Krommmmp!
Four months ago you refused to believe a place like Croak even existed, and now look at you. All jazzed up and concocting crackpot theories that probably involve a hidden flock of unicorns."
"Or dinosaurs," Lex said with a grin. "Let's not prematurely dismiss a Jurassic Park scenario.
This has the potential to be a rolling doughnut,
Go idea machine on your doubts.
Hot crumpets with butter and jam - what could be more ambrosial?
A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.
One day Trurl the constructor put together a machine that could build anything beginning with the letter 'n'.
Go to sleep, Crab."
"I don't sleep. I'm a crab. I only lie dormant."
"Why don't you sleep?"
"Because things will kill me if I do. I need to be in a state of constant awareness. Even if you think I'm sleeping, I'm not. I'm saving my energy so that I can fuck you up. Heads up 24/7.
There are six R's.
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
What wine goes with Captain Crunch?