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My name is James Guckert. Well, when you read it, it's always pronounced some other way.
Fhat thouding do're.
Railway fettler, and his family lived in a Tasmanian Government Railways
Oh, fiddle-faddle.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares ...
MRS. REYES FARROW.
Ah, Ms. Ferrars. I don't know what you hope to accomplish by sitting in the corner.
I wouldn't watch football if it wasn't for Lord Bendtner
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,
My lord," Froi heard Dorcas call out from the battlement above.
"Yes, Dorcas."
"You're going to have to cover his head. He'll catch a chill. Fekra made him a cap."
"Thank you, Dorcas.
The ferret, hunting,
eyes on the ground,
never hears footsteps
of the hawk
I'm the very glass of fashion and the mold of form. Aren't I, Mewster?" "You look like a walking hairball," said the kitten.
Tha know where thy are we' ferrets. Ya never know
where ya are we' lasses
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
So I "feckup" words sometimes ... I write in a colloquial style, so did Mark Twain. Seems I'm in pretty good company.
Fodor's Choice | The Ledbury.
Chris Colfer ... he's like a ... playful wood-nymph.
Fermat said he had a proof.
Nast is an artist of uncommon abilities. His works evince originality of conception, freedom of manner, lofty appreciation of national ideas and action, and a large artistic instinct.
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.
I don't give a fiddler's fart!
The Mayor of Murslaugh was a jolly, ebullient man of the sort who, in a well-ordered world, would be called Fezziwig. That his name was Brown was a powerful indictment on the sorry state of things.
What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"It's my fox hat."
"Your fox hat?"
"Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
"Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.
Nathan Sutter," the teacher read. Here. My mother never calls me Nathan." Is it Nate?" She calls me Honeylips.
Some things are jest too big to fergive.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
He was Gully Foyle, the oiler, wiper, bunkerman; too easy for trouble, too slow for fun, too empty for friendship, too lazy for love.
Who the rut is that Nubrevnan Windwitch? And: He should really learn how to button a shirt.
Before he met Finkler, Treslove had never met a Jew. Not knowingly at least. He supposed a Jew would be like the word Jew - small and dark and beetling. A secret person. But Finkler was almost orange in colour and spilled out of his clothes.
Goosefeather appeared from the gorse tunnel and padded straight to his den. He didn't even stop to ask how Leopardfoot was. Bluefur pressed back the urge to rake his muzzle with her claws. He's supposed to be the Clan medicine cat, for StarClan's sake!
We're lucky to have you, Featherwhisker," Dappletail meowed. No cat spoke up for Goosefeather. With
Stefan G. Bucher is a man possessed.
Robert E. Lee Prewitt. Isn't that a silly old name.
A fusty nut with no kernel.
prestidigitator,
I saw your foner." "Foner?" "Your female boner.
I shall call him Tufty.
It was not that he was feckless, more that he had simply not been around the day they handed out feck.
Wakens the ferine strain.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
Julian of Norwich,
My name's Jet Steele.
A forte always makes a foible.
Bruckner he is my man!
Captain Leonard introduced me briefly to Mr. Overholt, the
flibbertigibbets - and
You're going to find Tigerstar. Against that fiend, every cat is helpless.
Fields' reply: He'd think I was a sissy.
A bad word that I can't say that starts with f.
Fischer, who may or may not be mad as a hatter, has every right to be horrified
Hello kerplunk, this is my dear friend pitter patter.
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
1st Gent. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. 2d Gent. Ay, truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. [1]
Hey, Fnick can I change the channel, the game's on." -Iggy
"Make yourself at home, FIGGY" -Fang
I thought how great it would be if we could trade in Fudge for a nice cocker spaniel.
Don't you 'Kitten' me!
There's a show in America where all these people compete with ferrets, and they don't even do anything. They basically just hold them up, and if they don't bite you, they might win.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
that fucking motherfucker
A fop of fashion is the mercer's friend, the tailor's fool, and his own foe.
Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips! I don't know him.
That kid's got an arm like Uncle Fester at an exhibition of Pre-Colombian ... um, Christ, I lost it. I was going for something thick. So what's with the beard, Grizzly Fouts?
They call him the Colonel, and he's Farley's father." "I'd feel sorry for her, but my family's infinitely worse." I
Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"
-Spader
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
Hoke Moseley is a magnificently battered hero. Willeford brings him to us lean and hard and brand-new.
Gazzy, man, jeezum!" Fang exclaimed. "What the heck have you been eating for God's sake?"
That was a smoke bomb!" Gazzy defended himself. "Not even i could fill this whole flippin' house!
He's like a demented ferret up a wee drainpipe.
Neferet, you're nuttier than squirrel turds.
beshert. Meant to be.
Do you know what I did to the last guy that called me Tinkerbelle?"
"Slept with him?"
Darryl was silent for a second. "After that.
Who's the Angelfucker now?
For Caleb's kittens
Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
There was Fiona Fiddick's faculties for both humour and sewing, which enabled her to hide the words FEED ME in an embroidered nosegay of coral peonies which Miss Sheffleton proudly hung upon the classroom wall.
Oh, be quiet, Fo-Fo.
For sure, th' world is in a confusion that passes me or any other man to understand; it needs fettling, and who's to fettle it, if it's as yon folks say, and there's nought but what we see?
Touche, mon ami. Too fugging shay.
my friend Ronald. He's a hunstman who lives in my letterbox.
Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You
Whaddup, deskfucker?
TODD! I shout again -
And he looks at me -
And I hear my name in his Noise -
And I know it -
I know it in my heart -
Right now -
Todd Hewitt -
There's nothing we can't do together -
And we're gonna win -
Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I've been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I've said is ... an understatement.
In case you're wondering why Guy Fieri is here, he won a contest.
Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
Cat cleared her throat in the tense silence that followed. Uh, before this goes any further, let's at least introduce ourselves to your friend. I'm Cat, and this is my husband, Bones. We're part of Mencheres' twisted little fang family.
Stuart Davises he
Bode Gazzer was five feet six and had never forgiven his parents for it. He wore three-inch snakeskin shitkickers and walked with a swagger that suggested not brawn so much as hemorrhoidal tribulation.
What has three heads, six arms, and half a brain?" Three asked. One and Two answered in unison. "Nate Sutter.
fisselig (German):
Flustered to the point of incompetence. A temporary state of inexactitude and sloppiness that is elicited by another person's nagging.
O you virtuous owle,
The wise Minerva's only fowle.
I still hope to kill Fischer
A Redskin is a football player.
Whoever after due and proper warning shall be heard to utter the abominable word "Frisco", which has no linguistic or other warrant, shall be deemed guilty of High Misdemeanour, and shall pay into the Imperial Treasury as penalty the sum of twenty-five dollars.
Dukhoborcheskaya
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Scott Tixier is an exciting young jazz violinist and is making an international name for himself.
I heard him in France and was immediately struck by his individuality and his sound.
the history of a tough motherfucker he
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?'
'No, my lord. It is your heart. Difficult as it may be to comprehend, there is a possibility you may have one.