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Heifer."
"Rich man's whore!"
"At least mine can cook the food he eats. And replaces it, too."
"Now see, Dee-Ann Smith. That was just mean!
I hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity ... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.
I don't understand the word 'hunk.'
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
HYENA, n. A beast held in reverence by some oriental nations from its habit of frequenting at night the burial-places of the dead. But the medical student does that
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
PIG, n. An animal ("Porcus omnivorus") closely allied to the human race by the splendor and vivacity of its appetite, which, however, is inferior in scope, for it sticks at pig.
Hygge" is like a good hug - but without the physical contact.
Pigpen earned his name as a joke because the girls fall over themselves to gain his attention. Blonde hair, blue eyes...a late twentysomething version of what I hope to be.
The excessively but not necessarily lycanthropically hirsute
Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.
It was part of theTexas ritual? We know about champagne and caviar but we talk hog and hominy.
Lord Macon:"Went for a wee nightly run. Needed peace and quiet. Needed air in my fur. Needed fields under my paws. Needed, oh I canna -hic- explain ... needed the company of hegehogs."
Professor Lyall:"And did you find it?"
Lord Macon:"Find what? No hedgehogs. Stupid hedgehogs.
When we know as much about people as hog specialists know about hogs, we'll be better off.
As long as they were talking, it was easy. And Levi was always talking.
He told her about 4-H.
"What do the H's stand for?"
"Head, heart, hands, health. They don't have 4-H in South Omaha?"
"They do, but it stands for hard, hip-hop, and Homey-don't-play-that.
You're a hidjus old pollywobble!
That's got to be Nix," Benny said as he pulled the door open. "Hey, sweetie ... "
Morgie Mitchell and Lou Chong stood on the black porch.
"Um," said Chong, "hello to you, too, sugar lumps.
Pigpen's on the move.
Hee that should have what hee hath not, should doe what he doth not.
The Gerat Bald Swamp Hedgehog of Billericay displays, in courtship, his single prickle and does impressions of Holiday Inn desk clerks. Since this means him standing motionless for enormous periods of time he is often eaten in full display by The Great Bald Swamp Hedgehog Eater.
Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!
My name is Slither.
Mister Hawe, you come along, not satisfied with ropin
To steale the Hog, and give the feet for almes.
[To steal the hog, and give the feet to alms.]
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
Proves to be a devastating hunter. Hyenas attack
The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops.
THE DOMESTICATION OF HUNCH
Handel, to him I bow the knee.
Tilth is something every farmer can recognize but no scientist can measure.
You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide, ... a hog from Epicurus' herd.
[Lat., Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises,
... Epicuri de grege porcum.]
Thiel, tall, troubled, bewildered
that slimy sycophant Hux
PIGMY, n. One of a tribe of very small men found by ancient travelers in many parts of the world, but by modern in Central Africa only. The Pigmies are so called to distinguish them from the bulkier Caucasians - who are Hogmies.
Hymies." And "Hymietown.
Harry. That's not how one talks to young ladies in the South.
I have trouble saying hu ... hu ... husband.
How're we gonna bring the big hag round?" said Big Yan.
"I heard where ye has to put someone's heid between their legs," said Rob doubtfully.
Daft Wullie sighed and drew his sword. "Sounds a wee bit drastic tae me," he said, "but if someone will help me hold her steady-
We do not want to be haunds, teacher. We just want the haunds to go elsewhere for easy prey.
Cry hamhock and let slip the hogs of war!
- Oberon
Pigs get fat and hogs get slaughtered.
Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.
Hobey-Ho, let's go.
Piglet thought that they ought to have a Reason for going to see everybody, like Looking for Small or Organizing an Expotition, if Pooh could think of something.
Pooh could.
"We'll go because it's Thursday," he said, "and we'll go to wish everybody a Very Happy Thursday. Come on, Piglet.
Holy shit, Ty-Ty, you were not wrong. He ... is ... hawt.
Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot."
Evie's parents stared in stunned silence.
"Or so I've heard.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and scratched his beard. 'Shouldn'ta lost me temper,' he said ruefully, 'but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do.
Thought I'd send this with Pig anyway. Harry stared at the word "Pig," then looked up at the tiny owl now zooming around the light fixture on the ceiling. He had never seen anything that looked less like a pig. Maybe he couldn't read Ron's writing.
Hobey-ho here we go.....
Belinsky: 'Who is this Moloch that eats his children?'
Herzen: 'It's the Ginger Cat.
a Nean derthal with a badge.
Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying
HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY. Pooh
Squat, thick-bodied, swarthy, with the unmistakable stamp of Indian blood on his features, he was the dread Apachito himself- Mister Fifteen Thousand Dollars, in the language of the bounty hunting trade.
HARHARBLOODY HAR. Put that in your pipe hole and smoke it, society!
Sire, I am my own Rudolph of Hapsburg.
Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!
Infant wart hogs resemble both sides of the family.
what ho, apothecary!
the dog Harry was in the way back.
Hank."
"Mmmm."
"I can't get back to sleep."
"You're welcome.
Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You
Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.
Don't Worry, Be Hapi.
Haughtiness is the high heel shoe of the low men!
Out there, King Lahn is a fierce warrior but in here, my Lahn ... kah Lahn is sweet.
That's Right Hunny-B
Hana: What on Earth is a 'barbeque'? Hel: A primitive tribal ritual featuring paper plates, elbows, flying insects, encrusted meat, hush puppies, and beer. Hana: I daren't ask what a 'hush puppy' is. Hel: Don't.
I like to think that Harry Cohn is having a somewhat difficult time sleeping in his grave thinking of a chick with a white shag rug taking over his space.
What are you looking at?" I asked ...
"City slicker. What are you looking at?"
"A stupid wookie man-bear-pig who doesn't know how to mind his own business.
Piglet," Bishop Wulfheard said in a scornful tone. I stared at him, then held up a hand to check Merewalh, who was about to leave the hall. "Maybe we don't need a piglet," I said slowly, as if an idea was just coming to me. "Why waste a baby pig when there's a bishop available?" Wulfheard fled.
[H]is mouth pursed, but pursed in American, more generous than English pursing, ready for broader vowels and less mincing sounds. His body was long and lean and trim; he had American hips, ready for a neat belt and the faraway ghost of a gunbelt.
Hester thinks Reaper is cute, said
Out, beefy. The women folk have work to do."
Bish laughed and pointed to himself. "I'm beefy, I suppose."
"Well, no one else in this room has his arms stuffed into his sleeves like sausage casings, now do they?
Piggy was a bore; his fat, his ass-mar
Haruhi: This story has everything but the kitchen sink in it.
Do you know what the difference between a Hucow and a normal woman is?
A Hucow lactates great quantities of milk and is always very, very horny.
husk of a vanished person.
Let's see, now ... in HOGFATHER there are a number of stabbings, someone's killed by a man made of knives, someone's killed by the dark, and someone just been killed by a wardrobe. It's a book about the magic of childhood. You can tell.
-Pig.
-I prefer the term rutting beast.
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
King Billy nectaring on the harbinger.
Hee that doth what hee will, doth not what he ought.
The pig says oink.
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
The weasel under the cocktail cabinet.
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
Well, where's the hussy now? Is she in Avalon? Does she live in New York? Is she allergic to strawberries? Because I will send her a gift basket that'll make her wish she'd never laid eyes on Gabriel's deceitful-albeit delicious-body!
What's the handle, Zock?
Ho hoka, Harry Bluejay," said John Chapman. "Fuck off, you crazy barefoot white ghost," said Harry Bluejay, conversationally. "You give me the creeps.
The Danish phenomenon "hygge" is about creating an atmosphere that is warm, relaxed, friendly, close, loving, comfortable and welcoming - a state of feeling connected and loved.
undemonstrative in a burly fat-pig style
How old are you Hogo." "Thirty-five Jane. A not unpleasant age to be." "You don't mind then. That you are not young." "It has its buggy aspects as what does not?" "You don't mind then that you are sagging in the direction of death." "No, Jane.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Thich Nhat Hanh is one of the greatest teachers of our time. He reaches from the heights of insight down to the deepest places of the absolutely ordinary.
What the world does not need is a Haggadah that pats itself on the back. It needs a Haggadah that gets out of the way, that starts a conversation and gets out of the way.
My opinion was that if hogs are biting you so often that you have to stop and make up a specific word for it, maybe lack of vocabulary is not your most pressing problem.
If Carl Hiaasen and Donald Westlake had a literary love child, he would be Timothy Hallinan.
My father used to call me the laughing hyena.