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Anne is quite the animal lover," Fang said to me as we followed Angel. "Horses, sheep, goats. Chickens. Pigs." "Yeah," I said. "I wonder who's for dinner?
I wonder that among all the evils deprecated in the Liturgy, no one thought of inserting flitting. Is there any worse thing? Oh no, no!
The key to a frittata," Mike told the camera, "is to use a really hot pan. Because that, my friends, is what makes it" - he paused dramatically - "fluffy.
The waiter approached.
'Would you like to see the menu?' he said. 'Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?'
'Huh?' said Ford.
'Huh?' said Arthur.
'Huh?' said Trillian.
'That's cool,' said Zaphod. 'We'll meet the meat.
Fuck a motherfucking fuckduck"
- Wraith
Buggeration and Fuckery
Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes.
you curdled clot of whores piss
AND THE PERSON OUTSIDE TO WHOM YOU WERE speaking?" Inspector Hewitt asked. "Dogger," I said.
"First name?" "Flavia," I said. I couldn't help myself.
Bloody flaming ashes
I love the 19th-century idea of the flaneur, the poet wandering through the streets.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Always hoping that, if I got drunk enough or stoned enough, I could numb that part of my soul that ached for Fliss as well.
Jacques Cousteau, the last man to see Jimmy Hoffa. Never got a dinner!
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.
The dragon-fly is dancing, - Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers all admire Her light-blue, gauze-like, neat attire; They laud her blue complexion, And think her shape perfection ...
There weren't so many transvestite prostitutes in Oaxaca in those days; Flor really stood out, and not only because she was tall. She was almost beautiful; what was beautiful about her truly wasn't affected by the softest-looking trace of a mustache on her upper lip, though Lupe noticed it.
CRAYFISH, n. A small crustacean very much resembling the lobster, but less indigestible.
If I had to have a favorite chef, I'd probably say I like Guy Fieri.
Cecil Jacobs is a big wet hen!
What makes you think I'd know this woman?'
Hunter knew what he was trying to do. 'Listen, P-Diddy . . .'
'D-King . . .'
'Whatever.
you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!
Whosoever says truffle, utters a grand word, which awakens erotic and gastronomic ideas ...
Mindy Lujan with her feathered hair, bullying blue-lined eyes, and potty mouth that rivaled Akhil's, managing to use fuck as a verb, an adjective, and a noun, often in the same sentence, as in, "Who the fuck does that fucking fuck think she's fucking with?
What are you on?' said AJ. 'Leon's mum has died and you are determined to add to the total sum of misery by going out with the girlfriend of the nastiest piece of manhood that was ever assembled in the factory of life ...
A street vender was grilling meat-on-a-stick over a sidewalk hibachi. We assumed it was beef but the custom was not to ask. The sizzle was irresistible, we bought three.
There were copies on the table. Ten-A-Fly dressed like Snoop Dogg on a bender making gangsta hand signs that made one think not so much of intimidation as an unusual state of palsy.
Fortuna, that vicious slut.
You gotta have swine to show you where the truffles are.
The paradise of my fancy is one where pigs have wings
Lord of the Muck.
The knife flaying the elephant does not have to be large, only sharp!
This dish ain't just called Karate Meat because it's got an Asian kick to it. It's called Karate Meat because it will beat you up like a pigeon in prison.
Ari to Fleur:
"I made plans for your glorious self."
"Do they require nudity?"
"Extensive. Prolonged."
Fleur's smile was so wide he thought her jaw must hurt.
The best way to execute French cooking is to get good and loaded and whack the hell out of a chicken.
Blood sport is brought to its ultimate refinement in the gossip columns.
I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons- but one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons!
There are gators, thousands of them. " said Rashawn.
" Then we better get out of here before we end up as a feast for gators." said Nicole. " What are going to do with him?" looking at the dead driver. " Let's get out of here and let him be the feast
Plodding wins the race.
I'm Danny Worsnop and I slay poon.
May "the Meatball" Wexler.
No milk, gone out for breakfast, then to Hamleys, want to beat crowds. PS Know who killed Quine.
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.
No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don't I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.
He danced like a grasshopper on fire,
Leave the pages bloody
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
If we were in Victorian England I would have called him dashing;but, since we lived in the 21st century I would have to settle for the wordier GQ model hot.
In case you're wondering why Guy Fieri is here, he won a contest.
Aspiring to a souffle, he achieves a pancake at which the reader saws without much appetite.
French zombie chauffeur.
From there, it was time for dinner: roaring fires, meat popping on spits, tofu sizzling on skillets ((it's northern California, a vegetarian option is not optional), and a style of eating and drinking that can only be described as quaffing.
Firth - all dodgy 'tache and frantic eyebrows - has got the sexual allure of a man who runs a swingers' club in Surbiton.
This flour of wifly patience.
There is a restaurant in L.A. called Crustacean, which is very famous for its garlic crab. Well, I can make garlic crab better than Crustacean. My sauce is so good you'll want to dip your bread in it, put it on your egg omelet, in your cereal, and in everything else.
THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF GRASSHOPPER.
At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time."
"Made myself a batch with it," Shane said. "It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed.
rashers of bacon.
You can put a pig in a ball gown, Minka. That doesn't make it a debutante.
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
Touche, mon ami. Too fugging shay.
I'm a menace to society,
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me.
After the date, I'mma want to do the wild thing ...
You're talkin' lobster? I'm thinkin' Burger King.
The pig says oink.
He's too fresh," said Mrs. Wiggins. "I can't abide a fresh duck." "You said the other day you couldn't abide a bashful duck," Jinx said. "Make up your mind, cow." "I can't stand either of 'em," Mrs. Wiggins said. "This Edward seems to be two ducks, and I don't like either of them.
I like Dr.Ducks Ax Wax ...
Foie gras and caviar tureens. About
Foie gras is sold as an expensive delicacy in some restaurants and shops. But no one pays a higher price for foie gras than the ducks and geese who are abused and killed to make it.
I'll flay Tigerstar! I'll scatter his entrails from here to Twolegplace!
-Cloudtail
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
I guess it's true what they say: it's really hard to spot someone dressed in meat, slinking along a meat wall. - Sadia: The 8th Circle of Heck
In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well.
I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.'
'Oh, now really, his cooking isn't that bad.
What am I going to do with ye, Grace? First, ye blacken my eye, and then ye slice me in the thigh." He chuckled. "I bet ye ne'er knew I was a poet, did ye?"
When he felt her hand pat him, he chuckled. "Ye cannae get enough of me, can ye?"
"Pardon?"
"Och, lass. That isnae my thigh.
Let me BBQ the red headed bitch goddess - Simi
Killer with a polo mallet.
How can he be killed most easily? With the fewest stains?
The most disgusting four letter word in the English language is 'cage'.
That's no pig," answered Hassan in English. "That's a goddamned monster." The pig stopped its rotting and looked up at them. "I mean. Wilbur is a fugging pig. Babe is a fugging pig. That thing was birthed from the loins of Iblis." (Arabic: Satan)
Crabbe or Goyle - or, come to think of it, another Death Eater, he'll have loads better cronies than Crabbe and Goyle now he's joined up
To the heavens on the wings of a pig.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
salami tactics - slicing off layers of opposition one by one.
Charlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, is that duck wearing trousers?
Mrs. Ling: Could be ... You hear of paper-wrap chicken? This duck in pants.
While tearing apart a bird with fat fingers,
In 1964, at the age of 39, Flannery O'Connor died from complications of lupus. She had lived with this autoimmune disease for 14 years, primarily confined to her mother's farm, Andalusia, in Milledgeville, Ga.
Even the most astute chefs seek out the assistance of Celine Labaune, owner of Gourmet Attitude, because they know they can rely on her keen senses and deep understanding of the truffle trade.
Fear was keeping this loon going, as he was scrambling under the tables in this packed club, it was as if he was in a Carry On film and trying to hide from me. As the bouncers arrived, I was putting the boot in to the plonker without much success. He was like a bumblebee on speed!
What's for dinner?"
"Roast beef. I heard it was a woman's body buried on Hamilton Ranch and that her body had been mummified."
"Roast beef and mummified should never be used in the same sentence," he joked as he headed toward the refrigerator for a beer.
Flies? Flies? Poor puny things. Who wants to eat flies?
You know what really fries my Puerto rican pancakes?
The message of a leopard-print jumpsuit is clear: 'I am a huntress who delights in eating the offal of her prey.'
If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? ... Let's review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder - red-blooded murder - with trimmings, of course.
... Dexter the sofa spud ...
For God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?
Chef: Any cook who swears in French.
The blind eate many a flie.
[The blind eat many a fly.]
Exposed like butt cheeks at a strip club; chicken breasts, fleshy and sallow in the butcher's case; tequila bottle soldiers lined up across the bar's back wall.
Cut the strings, Shazi. Fly.
charmed the words out of