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The fun we'll have tonight is called figging.
There is nothing more that I wish than to see my marks on you. The blush of red after I've flogged your sweet ass. I want to tie you up so that you are completely helpless and at my mercy, but honey, I'll have the most tender of mercies with you.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
Squeej? What kind of name was that for a pilot?
Runny's Nicpic
One day Runny Babbit
Met little Franny Fog.
He said, "Let's have a nicpic
Down by the lollow hog."
He brought some cutter bookies,
Some teanuts and some pea.
And what did Franny Fog bring?
Her whole fog framily.
Watching me play, Stormy had once said that if I were to become a regular bowler, I would spend far more time in the gutter than would the average alcoholic hobo.
Come athwart my hawse and I shall ride you down, you half-baked son of an Egyptian fart,' to a wool-gathering jolly-boat; and art echoed from either shore.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Oh-h-h-h - Hidey, tidey, Christ Almighty Who the hell are we? Flim, flam, God damn We're the infantry ...
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Punishments included hanging by the thumbs, toes barely touching the ground; bucking and gagging, being trussed like a turkey with a bit cutting the mouth; spread-eagling on a spare wheel, mocking crucifixion; flogging; and branding.
The gondola of London [a hansom].
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and Paks and Jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout We'll have another round!
In Atlantic City about to get my crunk on. I don't know what that means.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
bloody nose. Fred,
I've never said flange to a monkey!
Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England
Gentlemen, let's go row!
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
Flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin'
I should mind The People's Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn
Fish fiddle de-dee!
The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog, hoppy on akkant of his joyicity.
A bad word that I can't say that starts with f.
you curdled clot of whores piss
Few things can be pleasanter than riding a reliable broomstick through a moony autumn night. It is best of all when home is at the end of the journey.
Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,
In the house of a Fidler, all fiddle.
[In the house of the fiddler all fiddle.]
I like hoofing you about.
we steady thud of wind with lungs that empty moon, fill it back up with shine, feed my feet to pig iron anklets biting flesh where i am link. i will break. bleed, crack. shatter. crush.
i'ma smash outta this choir, come up gasping new breath, my name burned clean, made mine
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
Did you just say 'frolic'?"
"Is it not a word?"
"Who the hell says 'frolic'?"
"I say frolic. And more people should."
"They should say frolic or actually frolic."
"Both.
Want more fizz in your life?
Shake things up.
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
The pig says oink.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
Quill: An instrument of torture yielded by a goose and commonly weilded by as ass.
The ignorant pronounce it Frood
To cavil or applaud
The well-informed pronounce it Froyd
But I pronounce it Fraud.
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!
The fetters have burst
C'mon on down to the Whiff and Spit; snuff it up and cough it out, Lewis chanted, giving it a catchy rhythem.
So I have this word for much of what I do in life: 'plorking.' I'm not playing and I'm not working, I'm plorking.
Keep flax from fire, and youth from gaming.
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.
That's my punishment in hell, shoveling horseshit.
Ragtime plinking, glasses clinking, choruses getting sung with only half the lyrics right, giggles bubbling over like a tower of champagne.
It's a party, shaking down the dawn.
Tockytock, tockytock
clumped our Alpine, Edwardian cuckoo clock,
slung with strangled, wooden game.
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
In my prison cell i sit
With my britches full of $hit
and my balls are bouncing gently on the floor
and i see the bloody snag
when she bit me in the bag
oh, i'll never f
a polack any more
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
Fong's obscenity-spattered fit about keyboards. So what to look
blow your trump - blister your lungs! - Ahab will dam off your blood, as a miller shuts his watergate upon the stream!
You rock so, you rock so, you dip so, you dip so, you skank so, you skank so, and don't be no drag! You come so, you come so, for reggae is another bag!
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.
Whoop-tee-fucking-do-- P.c. Cast
Let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
Oh, fiddle-faddle.
Why settle for smoke when you can have FYER
rolling eye balls
If you Ever say Anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, Then I will knit you a noose, do you hear me?
Craw outburst at Jeremy's comment.
[We] are, in fact, so close to the amusement park that [our] toilet is referred to as "the log flume.
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.
TORCHES NEW ENGLAND
Those elegant delights of jig and vaulting.
Cry havoc, and let slip the trousers of most outrageous bonkilation!
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Jet Noise, the Sound of Freedom.
Swish and flick.
scat to rock steady
If the wind doesn't blow...row
What is odious but ... people ... who toast their feet on the register ...
I love the noise of my wooden clogs on my wooden floor. Dancers wear clogs. They're good for you.
Trip away;
Make no stay
My body's reaction is irritating. Maybe this will stop if I fetter, fuck, and flog her ... and not necessarily in that order. Yeah. That's what I need.
The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
BOAT = Break Out Another Thousand
Cross my wooden leg, swear on my glass eye.
Trains are great dirty smokey thungs", said Will. "You won't like it."
Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?"
"I've never swum naked in the Thames, but I know I wouldn't like it."
"But think how entertaining for sightseers," said Tessa ...
Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called.
sputtered and then
I sanctify the ground and say fuck it
I say fuck it in a way that does not invite death
I say fuck it and fall down no new holes
And I ride an unwinged horse
And I unbecome myself
And I strip my poison suit
And wear my crown of fuck its
Holy smoke! We lost our last match and there's a storm coming!
Party On!
A flash flood swept away all our gear and we're twenty miles from the trailhead!
Party On!
My femur bone's sticking through my skin and I've gotta cross that river!
Party On!
Did what people will do in politics, or on the sea when the wind is against them, - I tacked.
And lash the vice and follies of the age.
I flamed amazement
In a long journey straw waighs.
for things go briskly on the island, come the pirates on their track. We hear them before they are seen, and it is always the same dreadful song: 'Avast belay, yo ho, heave to, A-pirating we go, And if we're parted by a shot We're sure to meet below!' A
Over them, in a swaying, muddy mist, hung the flies, snoring on a single note.
you're rowing by wordlight