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Geep,' whuppled the parrot.
There is not a single true chess-player in the world whose heart does not beat faster at the mere sound of such long beloved and familiar words as 'gambit games'.
He guffawed. Motherfucker seriously guffawed.
Richard Papen: As it happened, I knew Gartrell. He was a bad painter and a vicious gossip, with a vocabulary composed almost entirely of obscenities, gutteral verbs, and the world postmodernist.
Owr brave little shank!
And Gat did shut up, but his face contorted. He stood abruptly, picked up a rock from the sand, and threw it with all his force. He pulled off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. Then he walked into the sea in his jeans. Angry.
Snap. Ka-chunk. That's how I spell the sound of a doorknob turning.
Stutter, stutter!
Give to a being the useless, and deprive him of the needful, and you have the gamin.
I see you've got an unwanted visitor." He walked to stand beside Doris just as she poked at the gator with the table leg and caused it to hiss and back up again. "Ma'am, would you please not poke the gator anymore? Hissing is his way of telling you he doesn't much like that.
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
Jesu, Rike, you been gargling rat piss again?
In 1982 I was playing soccer at William and Mary, and a kid from Randolph-Macon called me a kike. I ran after him. 'I'm not a ... well, yes I am.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
Quack, damn you!
Now, I'd got diresome hole-spew that day 'cos I'd ate a gammy dog leg in Honokaa,
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
... if yir gaunny git hung fir stealin a sheep ye might as well shag it n aw.
Glurk hit the guard in as friendly a way as possible.
I'm very garrulous, but I don't say anything.
Gazzy: Captain, like the captain of a ship. And then Terror, you know, T-E-R-O-R.
Klunk's another word for poo. Poo makes a klunk sound when it falls in our pee pots.
I hate wack niggas, I should really slap niggas.
Bink," said Gollie, "I must inform you that you are giving a home to a truly unremarkable fish."
"I love him" said Bink.
My name is James Guckert. Well, when you read it, it's always pronounced some other way.
A writer once asked what I'd say if i ever met my biggest hater. I paused, thought deeply and said, probably 'suk a dog dik, motherfuker
Grumph let out a harrumph, which indicated either that he was unharmed and waiting patiently for a new opportunity to arise, or that a sparrow had shit in his porridge.
Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.
She's a wolf. Get it right, crap for brains. Tink's knickers, you have got to be the stupidest lunker I've ever lit on.
Rat-a-tat-tat."
"Quack."Quack-- Kate Angell
All right. Go. Our brave little shank.
Really?" i stared at him, surprised. "You're going to Tir Na Nog? Why?"
"I told you before, I am looking for someone."
"Who?"
"You ask a wearying amount of questions, human."
-Grimalkin
Glaring at the Gasman, ter Borcht said, "Your time is coming to an end, you
pathetic failure of an experiment. Vhat you say now is how you vill be
remembered."
Gazzy's blue eyes flashed. "Then you can remember me telling you to kiss
my-"
"Enough!" ter Borcht said.
Hush little owl,
You're with Twi.
I got the moves to get you by.
Big bad crows.
St. Aggie's scamps
Ain't got nothin to show the champ.
I'll pop a spiral
With a twist,
Do a three-sixty
And scatter mist
THE GRACKLE
The
There's no earthly use in bein too-ga-tha if it don't put some joy in yo life.
And you, Kibbles, had better lay off me. One more growl and I swear I'm going to geld you with a spoon. (Zarek)
Someday I'll design a typeface without a K in it, and then let's see the bastards misspell my name.
The giants called us woh dak nag gran, the squirrel people,
Cocksucker! You're a fucking Cocksucker, Grif! My Cocksucker!
The news just came in from the County of Keck That a very small bug by the name of Van Vleck Is yawning so wide you can look down his neck. This may not seem very important, I know, but it Is, so I'm bothering telling you so.
Jesus, Neal, watching you eat with a spork is like seeing Helen Keller at a ladies' afternoon tea.
I think he probably wants you to play Scrabble with him again,' said Ford, 'he's pointing to the letters.'
'Probably spelt crzjgrdwldiwdc again, I keep on telling him there's only one g in crzjgrdwldiwdc.
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
Don't tawch meh matherfawker!
Come on then!" Lussk was laughing, jeering as the things charged at him. He'd stopped fighting them off and instead had allowed them full access to his wrists, which Rucker saw he'd slashed open with a dinner knife. Blood poured from his arms. "Come on and take me!" His voice became a scream.
Oikawhat: i do nOT HAVE AN ALIEN KINK
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Garch a har?" -Oddjob, Goldfinger
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
Stop gawking and close your mouth before I decide to use it as a trash receptacle.
Jeez banana! Shut your freaking gob!
It's just so perfuck.
Well, you know somethin', Mean Gene ...
Gamache in anger. "He knew that's
A Stone Crow's axe is always sharp, and Shagga's axes are sharpest of all. Once I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off." "Is that why you never brush yours?" The Stone Crows roared and stamped their feet, Shagga hooting loudest of all.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.
Leah: I want those gubs Mommy.
Kate: They're not 'gubs' they're 'gloves'
Aaden and Leah try and say gloves
Leah: Gloves!
Kate: Good job!
Aaden: Gubs!
Kate: No
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Hakkai: Your footwork is lacking.
Gojyo: It's hard to control such long, sexy gams.
If I'm a faggot spell it right, I got way more than two G's
The resulting sound wasn't quite a squawk, wasn't quite a yelp, wasn't quite a gasp. As best she could describe it, it sounded like an angry chicken slapping a puppy with a fish.
If Leekes you like, but do their smell dis-like, Eat Onyons, and you shall not smell the Leeke; If you of Onyons would the scent expell, Eat Garlicke, that shall drowne the Onyons' smell.
I'm so ready.
I am Mink. Hear me roar.
I want to do it too!" said Gazzy, sitting very, very quietly, completely motionless.
"Nope," said Nudge, shaking her head. "You stand out like a fart in church.
The pig says oink.
You can come back here." I sniff. "I think I got it all out."
"You needed a good cry worse than anyone on earth," he says. "But, for the record, I wasn't listening, and you didn't make any weird snerk noises."
I laugh, but it comes out as another weird snerk noise.
Gari in Russian means "burn!" ... I want to test myself, a trial by fire, so that my I is burned off.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Kaz had tapped his crow's head cane on the flagstones of the tomb floor. "Do you know what Van Eck's problem is?"
"No honor?" said Matthias.
"Rotten parenting skills?" said Nina.
"Receding hairline?" offered Jesper.
Ank froze. The moaning became more stressful and a little bit louder. "I think its coming from the basement."
Without warning, Ank grabs a pool stick and starts banging on the floorboards. "Would you shut up! It four o'clock in the morning and people are trying to get their beauty sleep!
Lemme take your picture! You fucking bok gwai low got a face carved out of rotten potato cured in dogshit, runover with a towtruck driven by Hellen Keller in a puke fit on pills ...
You little prick. It's a whelk ... it's a ... it's a ... dead whelk!
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
Meat and two veg is your knob," I tell him.
He frowns again, looking confused. "Knob?"
"Dick," I say, "penis, cock, nob, chopper, dong, cream stick, one-eyed trouser snake, prick, tadger, willy, bell-end, or dobber. Take your pick.
Words cannot express how pissed off I am. I am going to have to invent a new word to explain how angry I am. Karflagled. I am so karflagled off at you right now!" "See,
Die, thou badger-shagging spunk monkey," said I.
Warlock D. J. Prod of Didsbury says:
My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak!
Thank you, Kwikspell!
Malory! You've got a chipmunk on your pussy!
Oh, thank you, Darrell Sikes, for being wild and nasty and rude and getting me out of The Program and making me Normal Dumb, not Special Dumb. I owe you one, Darrell Sikes.
Get you gone, you dwarf,
You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,
You bead, you acorn!
Took the G out yo waffle, all you got left is your ego.
So a skunk humped my leg earlier.
Farewell, Birdflight, Gorsekit, Spottedkit. I will find you again one day, I promise.
I would murder to play Gambit again!
Nugget?" said Micah, offering a lump to Toby.
"Thanks," said Toby. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.
"I think maybe it is a squirrel." He said.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
The garrulous parrot
Please stay with your mouth shut.
The thrush in the willow grove
Has promised to sing a song for me
All primitive people are frightened of owls,' said Harley. 'The villagers here are scared to death of the gufo. Birds of ill omen. If they see one, they think they'll die. But they never do. See one, I mean, of course,' he added with a laugh.
Narzel fart," I swore.
I don't look like no kiwi bird
Shoo! said Mrs. Higgler. The birds started at her, incuriously, and did not leave. One of them ducked its head down into the grass, came up again with a lizard struggling in its beak. A gulp and a shake, and the lizard was a bulge in the bird's neck. The
Ook, though very clever, was the worst fighter in the tribe. That is how he ended up with Grot-Grot as his woman. Grot-Grot had a bald patch on the top of her head, she was missing an eye and she smelled like a dead skunk. She did have a good sense of humour though.
Ank froze. The moaning became more stressful and a little bit louder. "I think its coming from the basement."br>Without warning, Ank grabs a pool stick and starts banging on the floorboards. "Would you shut up! It four o'clock in the morning and people are trying to get their beauty sleep!
Tsk, tsk," I said, not moving at all. "Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. You're the second guy I've met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail. Put it down and don't be silly, Joe.
Aaron: Dude, one thing the guy said is you don't taunt voodoo.
Zak: Am I taunting?
Aaron: Dude, you're taunting the crap out of it!
Zak: I am sorry, I am not taunting you I am just talking ... Talking loudly.
Fuck a motherfucking fuckduck"
- Wraith
A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.
[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.