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Up the well known creek
Sweet potato fries
Duck-bill, n. Your account at your restaurant during the canvas-back season.
Cow - Tanith Low
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
Hustle is just playing the game right.
the basement. Katz
One of the chief reasons for the widespread fear of the Huns rested on their ability to travel very long distances in relatively short periods. This ability may well have been based on their use of horseshoes.
The Hun is always either at your throat or at your feet.
A parcel of country boobies
The common herd of "burghers", those cattle, complete with horns, who turn millstones with their bare hands.
I don't believe in hunches. Hunches are for dogs making love.
Hello Huckleberry!"
"Hello, yourself, and see how you like it."
"What's that you got?"
"Dead cat."
"Lemme see him, Huck. My, he's pretty stiff. Where'd you get him?"
"Bought him off'n a boy.
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" Tink's titties!" Jenks from any of Kim Harrison's books on The Hollows. (aka Cincinnati,OH)
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How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck chlamydia?
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
And Henry's as well, for
The feasant hens of Colchis, which have two ears as it were consisting of feathers, which they will set up and lay down as they list.
Seattle's Hooverville Northwest of downtown, in the old Scandinavian neighborhood of Ballard, tugboats belching plumes of black smoke nosed long rafts of logs into the
Little, Brown and Company
A core,
or a husk, I need to learn
not how to speak, but from where.
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
H is for Hardware store: I'd rather go to the hardware store than the opera. And I like the opera.
Where is Wildene?"
"Just step out the door and holler "Sooie! Sooie! She's a ho hog if ever I saw one. She'll come running.
beaver drools in my underwear.
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
Snooty high heels.
Graham Greene famously said that all writers need a chip of ice in their heart; Cusk can come across as the most beautiful ice palace of stalactites and stalagmites, and some people find her company, albeit by proxy, about as inviting as a long weekend in a walk-in frigidaire.
Dukhoborcheskaya
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
There's something very disconcerting about a sock with Winnie the Pooh on it wriggling and squirming about my knicker drawer. Looking for its honey pot.
Headquarters in the Saddle.
Hula is the language of the heart, therefore, the heartbeat of the Hawai'ian people.
Kettle thingies. Yum.
Hu-man, Hu-mility, Hu-manity, is a title of nobility of the Perfected One, one who has knowledge of its self, and living its essence
I do love the sound of ripping corn husks. The violence of the noise, the sustained popping and shoring of the silky organic threads, made me think of someone tearing up an expensive and potentially Italian set of trousers in a fit of madness that this person just might regret later.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
When we found out Blackburn's owners wanted us to do a chicken advert for Venky's, we didn't really know what to think. I had to pretend to love it, but the truth is, one bite and my stomach was in knots.
Beavers give a dam
It's all trotters in Sweden, so that's what's always caught my eye.
The pig says oink.
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.
Teflon Panty Club
If you're a guy, I'm sure you already know that their most famous product is that litle plastic stariner at the bototm of urinals, and you probably still laugh every time you look down and see PISHER written in happy bold letters, like maybe it was to remind you why you were standing there.
We Three Kings of Leicester Square,
Selling ladies' underwear,
So fantastic, no elastic,
Only tuppence a pair.
I'm a hustler, baby; I sell water to a well!
If Cape wasn't your last name, what was your real one?" I asked, deathly curious now. "Ahhhh," he complained. "Pincas Huckleburr.
Following those tiny footprints all throughout Iraq, Huxsoll's teams
Procrastination is a hustlers worst enemy.
Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.
When Big Meech and everybody got indicted, hustling died. Keep it trill.
Moose Factory (I wonder if they make moose there?)
When I was a child I was told that whoever swallowed a hock-bone would one day own land," she said. "Have you tried that? I was told a sheep's hock-bone bought a croft, a cow's an estate.
Matthew Watkins: I need an afternoon pick-me-up. I accept cash and/or prizes that can be exchanged for cash. Also, hobbits.
fiddlesticks" and
Huck was always willing to take a hand in any enterprise that offered entertainment and required no capital, for he had a troublesome super-abundance of that sort of time which is not money.
Full moons, skunk weed all up in the room;
You got the munchies, baby? Ice cold milk and Lorna Doones.
Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out.
We can have lunch at Brown and Muffs
Nothing beats the original Krispy Kreme.
Good Hock (Hochheimer) keeps off the Doc.
commotion and flurry.
Who in the hot hunk of sex are you?
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
My favorite ice cream is Haagen-Dazs coffee.
Hustle is the most important word
EVER.
Who peed in your cheerios?
You're searching for unicorns among mules.
husk or shell that has grown up around a spark of holiness, masking its light" (203): Michael Wex, Born to Kvetch: Yiddish Language and Culture in All of Its Moods (New York: St. Martin's Press, 2005), p. 93. Yiddish's
Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?
The Battle Creek, Michigan, headquarters of Kellogg's looks like a spaceship built to look like a pyramid that was then hastily converted into a public library during a period of intergalactic peace.
I plead alignment to the flakes of the untitled snakes of a merry cow and to the republicrats for which they scam: one nacho, underpants with licorice and jugs of wine for owls.
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
happy hunting-grounds
Tockytock, tockytock
clumped our Alpine, Edwardian cuckoo clock,
slung with strangled, wooden game.
King Offa's dyke,
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
There's nothing like a nice piece of hickory,
Bryson says we have no word for the Danish hygge, then goes on to tell us exactly what it means: "instantly satisfying and cozy" (though
Beaver do better work than the Corps of Engineers.
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.
The universal logo for a pizzahut is eight slices painted cross a disc of yellow plywood mounted in the mouth of a taxidermic hippopotapus.
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!
khaki utility vests - open portmanteaus
A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.
In the summer we lay up a stock of experiences for the winter, as the squirrel of nuts?something for conversation in winter evenings.
the BTK Killer (which to me sounds more like something you order from a drive-thru window).
Great steaming elephant turds!
Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes.
I hate mules. I hate the noise when someone walks with mules. Clomp, clomp, clomp. I think it's very not chic. I don't even like a flip-flop. I don't like this noise.
packers and movers in chennai
In Boffo's Novelty and Joke Emporium in Ankh-Morpork, all the whoopee cushions trumpeted in a doleful harmony;
Tuck's home, so I suggest we use our indoor voices.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.