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Let me howl and die.
Heckle and Jeckle again
Such gluttony second to none
Almost ended fatally
When a bone choked a wolf as he gulped what he ate
Jeez banana! Shut your freaking gob!
The only calling we have is to "GO
If aw his hums and haws were hams and haggises, the country wad be weel fed!
Neferet, you're nuttier than squirrel turds.
Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo."
"Just have yer stupid poo and quit yapping about it.
Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.
You gonna eat that?
Climbed that roost, alighted right there.
Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.
A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare.
Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear.
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
Hold on with a bulldog grip, and chew and choke as much as possible.
Muscle, had goggled him and muzzled him - goggled his mind, muzzled his speech, goggled his perception, muzzled his protest.
Hee that makes himself a sheep, shall be eat by the wolfe.
While you make pretty speeches I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance
Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.
Yo. Salt-and-Pepper. The name is Go-Go or Mr Go-Go, okay?
Are you going to wolf out and eat me now?"
"Certainly not, you'd be stringy and hard to digest."
"But kosher."
"I'll be sure to point any Jewish lycanthropes in your direction.
I asked Go to answer my questions, but the only sound was always the whistling of the wind filling the empty space.
I'm a big eater.
Drink from my emotional offerings.
Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head
Hild fetched a lump of grey salt for Mildburh and mortar and pestle to crush it in. She loved the gritty crunch and thump under her hand. It sounded like a cat eating a bird.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
You're so full of shit, you ought to be a cow manure
You ignorant little slug!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!
Squee-squee-squawky-squiggly-squee.-- Eric Arvin
I eat the hearts of girls and puke slugs and snails.
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
You are not a cow, and I am no apostle of cud chewing.
I've pent up all my aggression, kept swallowing it and swallowing it.
Howl howl gargle howl gargle howl howl howl gargle howl gargle howl howl gargle gargle howl gargle gargle gargle howl slurrp uuuurgh should have a good time. Message repeats.
Run, little mouse. The hawk is coming, and you're going to get eaten.
Gobbledygook may indicate a failure to think clearly, a contempt for one's clients, or more probably a mixture of both. A system that can't or won't communicate is not a safe basis for a democracy.
Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.
I eat like a tortoise eats, if you've ever seen a tortoise eating. Like some prehistoric swamp thing.
The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.
Dieve--but I'm glad I'm not a hog.
Quiet is the shame of the sound that hungry makes.
When last we left our heroine (us), she was nine years old and about to stuff her gob with a chocolate digestive.
I want to eat your life
All right. Go. Our brave little shank.
Eat Eat said the sign
Gourmet: Usually little more than a glutton festooned with credit cards.
Now, as Rilke would say, let's eat us
some effing panther and swan, shall we?
Remington, for God's sake, stop burping.' 'It's my burp-day.
I'll eat you up!
Not just chubby fat, I'm talkin' gordo
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.
Your words are teeth. And they eat me alive. Feed on my corpse instead.
Go off, I discard you. Let
Victory will be ours!roared Joe Bob the Cannibal. "We will feast on your bones!"
I wanted to tell him he was taking the dodgeball game way too seriously,but before I could,he hefted another ball.
Please do not devour me, I wish to remain Boo Radley.
In for a sheep, in for a gargant.
The call of the yellow-billed cuckoo of North America is often mistaken for a bloodhound drinking a bowl of milk. He goes coulp coulp coulp.
hob-gob of folks. And sometimes it's
I didn't say EAT him!Eat-- Ransom Riggs
Bonkie bit Garp!"
Garp bit Bonkie
Get out of bed and feed me already, person!
The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn'd.
Is it not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?
She ate like a polite wolf.
He's got _go_, anyhow.'
Certainly, he's got go,' said Gudrun. 'In fact I've never seen a man that showed signs of so much. The unfortunate thing is, where does his _go_ go to, what becomes of it?
my stomach holds at least a thousand hours' worth of swallowed sentences, but these days they want out.
A coprophage calls for a plate, shits on it and eats the shit, exclaiming, Mmmm, that's my rich substance.
The bishops eat from my hand.
Wartihog put up his hand. "What happens if we can't read, sir?"
"No boasting, Wartihog!" boomed Gobber. "Get some idiot to read it for you.
Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
Stutter, stutter!
I'm hungry enough that I started to salivate at the sight of lettuce. I repeat: lettuce.
I look over at him. He stares straight ahead.
"So," I say. "Golem, huh?"
"I prefer the term 'Mineral-American.
Remember back in forty-four when someone killed that pet parrot of yours? What was his name, Reynold? You know, the only friend you ever had? That was me, George. I fucked it to death then fed it to Goshy.
I'm not hungry!' A human voice, but with a sulky whine in it that suggested that its owner had been given too many sweets when he was young and not enough shoutings-at. It was the kind of voice that's used to having its life with the crusts cut off.
Growl and roar--it's okay to let the beast out.
When thou eatest, give to the dogs, should they even bite thee.
Take her. Own her. Eat. Feed. Bite. Devour.
Dear Mr. Gibbon. Sorry I was absent. Here is some salted food. Please grade it the way you would a jenti piece of beef jerky.
You're my prey tonight.
Fine. If you insist.
I'll try Just.One.Nibble. But
I won't enjoy it.
Meow, Meow, Meeeeooooow?
I'm so full I can't hear.
Gourmandism is an act of judgment, by which we prefer things which have a pleasant taste to those which lack this quality.
A hungry stomach cannot hear.
Sorry, listeners. I need to go make sure she's all right. I take you now to the sound of a human stomach digesting, heavily amplified and electronically distorted.
lion looking for someone to devour.
Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?
Basil Stag Hare tut-tutted severely as he remarked to Ambrose Spike, 'Tch, tch. Dreadful table manners. Just look at those three wallahs, kicking up a hullaballoo like that! Eating's a serious business.
Teddy, Vern, Chris: I don't shut up. I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. Aghhh!
Gordie: And then your mom goes around the corner and she licks it up.
Savor, don't gorge.
Earlier today I was eating a nugget.
If you don't like it, Eat me.Eat-- Rae Murphy
We will peck them to death to-morrow, my dear.
Digest-digests, digest-digest-digests. Politics? One column, two sentences, a headline!
When a gourd is hollowed out it becomes empty and is of great use to the world because of its emptiness.
There's some folks who don't eat like us," she whispered fiercely, "but you ain't called on to contradict 'em at the table when they don't. That boy's yo' comp'ny and if he wants to eat up the table cloth you let him, you hear?
Goodnight nobody, goodnight mush
He guffawed. Motherfucker seriously guffawed.
Gorton flu" quickly became a euphemism for pissed as a parrot.
Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.