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Badger: The cuss you are.
Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you're the Charlie Brownest.
You look much better when you're comfy.
I'm not posh at all. I grew up in Sheffield but never managed to pick up the accent - which was careless because there'd be some cache now in being a northern playwright, but I missed out on that one.
Cunt again? It was odd how men like Suggs used that word to demean women when it was the only part of a woman they valued.
I sweet potato what I sweet potato.
Rough as a badger's arse
Ass in the chair, Soldier.
Cunt doesn't mean beautiful girl?
Soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw
Know what you're talking about.
Douche. You are a fucking douche shovel.
Defend the honor of your arse-munching couch.
Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can; fill your dam bellies 'till dey bust - and den die
Diss me and you'll never hear a reply for it
Why do you like to cuss?" "Everybody likes to cuss." "I don't." "They don't call you Mr. Excitement for nothing.
curvy." I liked Lacey, but I saw Margo's
You're so full of shit, you ought to be a cow manure
You are not a cow, and I am no apostle of cud chewing.
Tut, man, don't sprawl there. Get up and put your shoulder to the wheel.
Someone needs a cuddle.
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it.
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
What a cocky little turd. I
I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.
Them as ha' never had a cushion don't miss it.
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
Thizz iz wat it iz
Or, rather, you irritate everyone, Curdle. Because you're so unreliable.'
'I'm not always unreliable, Telorast.
Get comfortable. You are gonna be in my head for a while.
Come on, shake off the covers of this sloth, for sitting softly cushioned, or tucked in bed, is no way to win fame.
Pipe it, shuck-face,
What's the handle, Zock?
Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes
Incredibly fond.
Me + Love Songs on KOST=embarrassing car jam sesh.
You're officially family now; you've cussed at the breakfast table.
In a way my reputation has become that of the curmudgeon.
Natives of the Florida Keys often refer to themselves as Conchs, and for good reason: They have been drinking.
The truth is never cussing,
You're not supposed to cuss when you're an old lady, and just when there's so much more to cuss about ...
Rakesh said, 'What do the Aloof think we can do with this, that they can't do themselves?' 'Give a damn?' Parantham suggested.
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
Sits bits unhitch!
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
Square go then smart cunt!
I'm just so bwessed.
You call her pumpkin?" My sister's voice was filled with awe. "Does she actually answer?"
"Well, she pretends to hate it. But secretly, I know she loves it. Her face goes all soft and everything.
Go, my dear, and see how thy grandmamma does, for I hear she has been very ill; carry her a custard, and this little pot of butter.
If you want to get your point across, you gotta cuss.
It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny." Cath circled her spoon hand in front of her face, accidentally flicking cottage cheese on her sweater. "He already knows about all this. This is what I look like." She tried to scrape the cottage cheese off without rubbing it in." (pg. 290)
Reth laughed.
I punched him.
It hurt.
Me, not him, unfortunately.
Holy ripened fuckcheese!
You're harshing my mellow.
Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.
Purplish brown? Let's agree it / is a color so bad we all flee it / it has no good use / so let's name it Puce / from the sound we make when we see it.
I'm covered with loser dust.
Cullan was already inside her room, walking toward her. The sliding door was reduced to shards.
"I asked you nicely." Cullan said in a loud voice. "Why won't you even-"
"Is swearing nice to you?"
"You riled me up!"
"You kissed another woman!
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
You stupid piece of warm bacon.
Aw, they're all cuddly. It's like watching grizzlies mate.
Ash from The Gravedigger's Brawl
I held in the sneeze, though, by thinking of the word cucumber. It always works.
I'm an old curmudgeon and I know it.
Bill was buying shoe-shines for Mike. Bootblacks opened the street door and each one Bill called over and started to work on Mike. "This is the eleventh time my boots have been polished," Mike said. "I say, Bill is an ass.
Hot nettle stew, we should have thrown you from your horse ages ago.
CALL ME PATCH. NO REALLY, CALL ME
An' when they git ready ... I say, when they git ... ever hear tell of a shoggoth? 'Hey, d'ye hear me? I tell ye I know what them things be - I seen 'em one mght when ... eh-ahhh-ah! e'yahhh ...
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.
And what would you like, Sharie?" asked Miss Mush.
"What do you have?" asked Sharie.
"Potato salad".
"What else is there?" asked Sharie.
"Nothing" said Miss Mush.
"Okay" said Sharie. "I'll have that."
"Potato salad?" asked Miss Mush.
"No,nothing." said Sharie.
Cease speaking, wench. You will bring that sweet ass over here and kiss me now.
I'm living with K-Fed's retarded half brotha/sista.
All right, Cujo. Don't bark at me. I was just curious.
I feel like a potato that's recently been mashed,she said.
Be very careful what you say. Daddy's being very strange about pussies at the moment.' Orla
in mushy, wet oatmeal. "Are
Growing old isn't for pussies.
Cat watched Seth's face for any reaction but the guy was cool as a cucumber. Or a radish. The saying didn't make sense anyway; she might as well change the vegetable to something she liked to eat. "Jealous?
I don't believe I've ever cuddled my elses.
In the folklore of the British Isles, a bodach is a vile beast that slithers down chimneys at night and carries off children who misbehave. Rather like Inland Revenue agents.
You bloody old towser-faced boot-faced totem-pole on a crap reservation.
Cover your butt. Bernard is watching.
I didn't really get to experience much where I come from."
"Ohhh ... .so you're Amish. Is this like your Rumspringa?" I giggled.
"Something like that."
"So you are Amish?"
Joel laughed. "No, I'm not Amish.
You make it so hard to breathe.
myself under control.
Scythe Curie seemed a mix of many emotions, but she folded them all away, like clothes that no longer fit, and closed the drawer. Citra expected she never spoke of this to anyone else, and would probably never speak of it again.
Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house's yo' comp'ny, and don't you let me catch you remarkin' on their ways like you was so high and and mighty! Yo' folks might be better'n the Cunninghams but it don't count for nothin' the way you're disgracin' 'em.
Don't you agree, fuzzball?
Avaunt, you cullions!
There's just something about you, Bess. You're sweeter than the aroma of the blueberry muffin I devoured with you, prettier than the sun setting over the ocean back home, and tangier than the lemons you squeeze into your water.
Wow...that was SQUISHY.
The preacher laughed softly. "You know," he said, "it's a nice thing not bein' a preacher no more. Nobody use' ta tell stories when I was there, or if they did I couldn' laugh. An' I couldn' cuss. Now I cuss all I want, any time I want, an' it does a fella good to cuss if he wants to.
You worthless excuse for a dung dealer. (Stryder)
Cosy Moments cannot be muzzled!
I'll make you a promise, Bodee. Long as you're with my family, you won't run out of Kool-Aid." "And I promise you, I'll stop whoever's hurting you ... even if it's you.
You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was.
A Waft of Cheese
The Pack is gathering. There can be no culls among us.
Y are you called the cheese man?