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Nothing draws a crowd quite like a crowd.
You guys pair up in groups of three, then line up in a circle.
should join in on "Shall We Gather at
Bubba the Sheep Squeezer in
Curtain Opened, Heard the Crowd Roar
I've got a group who can't play music, one bad comedian plus boyfriend, a nervous breakdown calling himself a magician, two coachloads of 70-year-old religious maniacs looking for a fight and a fancy-dress contest that nobody knew about.
That's what a family is: a whole bunch of people coming together.
The Chosen Butts became an instant club of sorts. We tried our best to be professional and not act overly excited, but it was clear we were bonded because of our excellent butts I mean acting ability.
Every gathering has its moment. As an adult, I distract myself by trying to identify it, dreading the inevitable downswing that is sure to follow. The guests will repeat themselves one too many times, or you'll run out of dope or liquor and realize that it was all you ever had in common.
Noelle forced the crowd to part for
A crowd of drunken lovers. Newspaper
hats, new couples falling from couches and love-
seats - the pleasure remembered,
never the regret.
There's a lot of your family in tonight.
Teenagers travel in droves, packs, swarms ... To the librarian, they're a gaggle of geese. To the cook, they're a scourge of locusts. To department stores, they're a big beautiful exaltation of larks ... all lovely and loose and jingly.
United a herd is an army; divided a herd is fair game.
How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around. Eighteen. Hundred.' Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.' What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are severe?' Crowbars. Big, massive-' Blay cut in. 'Clubs. Had to be those ceremonial black clubs.
The crowd ... a cacophony of colour
What are they all doing there? Throwing a hellacious slumber party?" when no one said anything, I added, "Get it? Hellacious? Because they're all ... Forget it.
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
I'm one of the most decorated tag teams ever!
A silly row which got out of hand.
People Bond when they are having fun
People say they throwing a bboy jam but it is really a bboy competition, there's a difference! Call it the correct thing, please!
the group, the herd, which is any collection of children
A crowd is not the sum of the individuals who compose it. Rather it is a species of animal, without language or real consciousness, born when they gather, dying when they depart.
people in attendance. Even though
I'm a bit of a groupie.
You can't tag,remember? Which makes me the other half of our fabulous bagging-and-tagging duo.
a Quarter Quell. They occur every twenty-five years, marking the anniversary of the districts' defeat with over-the-top celebrations and, for extra fun, some miserable twist for the tributes. I've
Union of the Hideously and Improbably Deformed,
To the left, Pigpen, Man O'War and Dust are laughing in a booth with my brother, Brandon.
For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
My wrestling and family go together. It's always been that way, from day one with my mom and dad, my sister, my wife, four daughters, grandsons, son-in-laws.
Three cuttle-fish sable, and a commentator rampant.
Fifteen men in one room. This was the worse mess I think I'll ever see.
I figure all of us misfits should hang together, that way we don't swing alone ...
family, and by the time they took their seats
SISTER TAYLOR Brother Mayor, I ain't one of these folks dat bite my tongue and bust my gall - Whuts inside got to come out!
mixed company" meant me. No one else seemed to mind that people were wandering around with their naughty bits out.
Cocktail party: A gathering held to enable forty people to talk about themselves at the same time. The man who remains after the liquor is gone is the host.
Public holoCans yapping and barking the dog language of distraction. All stirred and boiled together to make a thick soup of noise and shadowy light. Rollo
Street law dictated that for a parley of this kind each lieutenant be seconded by two of his foot soldiers and that they all be unarmed. Parley. The word felt like a deception - strangely prim, an antique. No matter what street law decreed, this night smelled like violence.
To be a team, you must be a family.
All the bogeymen together, sitting down to tea.
What's a little tonsil hockey between friends?
Bundle! Chuck shouted agin, nonsensically, as he hurled himself on top of them. It was as if he were re-creating a scene from some dumb college frat movie he'd loved but no one else had ever seen.
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
Cajun stomp?"
"You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.
A large family party is rather too much like a flight of tomtits; everlasting twitter, but no conversation; gregariousness without companionship.
Yet I've noticed the same thing when your band plays - the most amazing social coherence, as if you all shared the same brain."
"Sure," agreed 'Dope', "but you can't call that organization."
"What do you call it?"
"Jass.
We are one family.
I had somehow jointed a completely unexpected and unknown company, presumably of people Rita had carelessly left lying around where they had been easily lost, and she had given me no clue how I had managed to get a seat with that group or even who they were.
Just your everyday grouping of civilized gentlemen, sitting in a round robin to discuss the events of the day with quivering erections.
A chess tournament disguised as a circus.
Patterns of cloth busier than the makeup girl at a Kiss concert
Oooh, fashion, we are the goon squad and were coming to town, beep beep.
Three thousand bodies swing forward, three thousand pairs of boots snap together, three thousand backs jerk as if yanked straight by a puppeteer's hand. In the ensuing silence, you could hear a tear drop.
Together, come what may.
Sometimes, when nobody is by your side, you have to become your own cheering squad.
A united front announcing a split.
I'm a big goofball, you know. Don't tell anyone that, but I'm a big goofball. In Australia we call it a dag.
The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages.
I prefer a quartet, it makes everyone work harder.
There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.
I'm an elite, recreational juggler.
The intellectual man requires a fine bait; the sots are easily amused. But everybody is drugged with his own frenzy, and the pageant marches at all hours, with music and banner and badge.
Like attending the masquerade ball in Poe's story about the Red Death. You know, 'Come on, everybody! Kick out the jams, have another glass of champagne, and ignore all those people dropping like flies.
In for a sheep, in for a gargant.
clothes, wrestled each
The loudest cheerer gets the loudest cheers
Weaving olden dances; mingling hands and mingling glances.
rep" squad - the all-star
How can you put on a meaningful drama when, every fifteen minutes, proceedings are interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits with toilet paper?
You have a passionate, unfiltered, messy, provocative discussion that ends when the leader of the team decides all the information has been aired. At that point, if no one has made a compelling enough argument for making a decision, the leader breaks the tie.
Whether you call it a "team" or an "ensemble" or a "harmonious work group" is not what matters;
All your travelling is together, you eat together, you're on stage as a band together, when you get to the sound-check the band and the crew are all together.
What is a gathering without unseemly drunkenness?
We're a rock group. we're noisy, rowdy, sensational and weird.
I love being part of an ensemble.
[-] Pigpen rounds to face the crowd. Like a lot of brothers in the club, he's ex-military. The voice of the six-two, massive former Army Ranger rumbles against the walls. "If you ain't a brother, clear out!
In the political system, we are a team; politics and bureaucracy, we are a team. The politicians, bureaucrats and the people, we are a team.
Side, party got out of hand. Guy shot five people with a
Groupies will give you Chlamydia, Edward."
"Right, Virg. Groupies throw underwear on stage. They don't throw flowers.
Flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin'
I should mind The People's Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn
The Senate being tied is a start. Now, if only it could be gagged.
Screaming Morgan in a cop house is like yelling for an Oompa Loompa in a chocolate factory. You guys pop up like gophers.
That's pretty much what dinner's like at our house, Kane acknowledged. Like a game of whack-a-mole.
In the midst of a crowd, an individual's layers of restraint peel away, revealing potentially barbaric instincts and a susceptibility to a crowd contagion.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things."
"Like war," Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray.
"And jumping off rooftops."
"And lighting their farts on fire," she says.
You see, I'm a juggler with words myself.
High school golf, college golf and the decade that followed all come back to me now as one big raucous, goofy gangsome.
I don't like the term 'ensemble.' It's bland to me.
I suggest you leave now, or you'll be tied down and gagged until the end of this meeting."
"Tie us down?"
"And gag you," Joseph cheerfully reminded them.
You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?
Fem-i-nist Fight Club / n. Your crew, your posse, your girl gang; your unconditionally helpful professional support system; your ride-or-die homies.
In spite of my conviction that a group of deliberately assembled relatives can be one of the dullest, if not most dangerous, gatherings in the world, I am smugly foolhardly enough to have invited all my available family, more than once, to dine with me.
The Friday Night Knitting Club
wankers snorting
What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
To every bench, as a fixture, there was a chain with heavy anklets. These the hortator proceeded to lock upon the oarsmen, going from number to number, leaving no choice but to obey, and, in event of disaster, no possibility of escape.