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Brainy's the new sexy.
Spiffy is a free-loading deadbeat kitty who sits around on my couch, watches TV all day, and eats all the Triscuits.
I like to think of myself as 'hot-larious' I'm cute, but I'm totally approachable.
Lysistrata: "Calonice, it's more than I can bear,
I am hot all over with blushes for our sex.
Men say we're slippery rogues--"
Calonice: "And aren't they right?
I shall call him Tufty.
Make-Out McGuire
A very scurvy fellow.
The language of Cat's generation was far harder than that of her own, and more pithily correct: in their terms, he was a hunk. But why, she wondered, should anybody actually want a hunk, when non-hunks were so much more interesting?
Brainy. Definitely the new Sexy.
Eschew all those beastly adjectives ...
You're going to make me L-word you.
I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.
Damn you, Hemy. I swear you boys have issues.
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
Such things happen," said Too-ticky
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)
The adjective sleazy must have acquired its present-day meaning to conform to its sound shape. A word cannot exist in slums, surrounded by slatterns and sluts, and preserve its purity amid all this slime.
What's your name?" was my first question. I couldn't keep calling him Squirty though my pants were proof of the moniker's accurateness.
"James Franco."
"Like the actor?" I couldn't help but ask.
His expression eased into a smile. "Yes, but poorer and uglier.
You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti
But I won't touch it until I know whose booty
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Brainy is the new sexy.
Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker's wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.
Oh, this beast? It's ... perspicacious loris. 'Perspicacious' meaning 'wise or canny'."
"Get stuffed," Bovril said, then giggled.
"And it insults people," Telsa said. "How peculiar.
I make myself a leper with the lepers to gain all to Jesus Christ.
If you're frightened of leprechauns, the best thing to do is to get yourself a little leprechaun outfit and see how big they are. And then you'll go, 'Well I see. That's like bein' frightened of a hampster.'
Fran? Frances Hill, you stop that right now! What the devil's got into you? Ada, you should be ashamed! Braying like a mule, you are! And you, Mattie Gokey ... would you like to tell me what could possibly be so funny?
Lokeij whistled. "Make the king's warriors vanish if
they come ... what a deceitful turtledove you are."
Aly smiled at the sky. "Oh, don't,"she replied in the
tones of a flirtatious court lady. "Stop, I insist. Your
flattery makes me blush.
I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.
Gracious," said Cecily. "You must be Mr. Sallows."
"Nephilim," observed the shop owner gloomily. "I detest Nephilim."
"Hmph," said Cecily. "Charmed, I'm sure.
I'm a mixture of untidy and anal.
Let's see, the last guy I dated - is there a word for someone who's sexually attracted to Muppets? Andrea's elegant persona was destroyed as she laughed so hard martini shot out of her nose.
I'm not squeamish.
Kiss me, I'm horny."
"Best four words ever spoken.
A slow trickle of lust crawled painfully down the parched gully of desire, and ended feebly in dry fumbling lechery.
pardon!' said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely: 'Did you speak?' 'Not I!' said the Lory
Vampires might bite, honey, but lycans tear.
If the leprosy of sin have seized the head, if the judgment be corrupted, and wicked principles which countenance and support wicked practices, be embraced, it is an utter uncleanness, from which few are ever cleansed.
All his life there was only one thing Lec was allowed to believe. It had surrounded him, cocooned him, constricted him with the same stifling softness as the layers of insulation around him now. For the first time in his life, Lev feels those bounds around his soul begin to loosen.
Lilac curled her upper lip in a dead-eyed sneer, and it made my skin crawl. The girl looked like she might fillet me and have me for a snack later. She made the Dale R. Fielding High School Cheer Squad look like Barney and Friends, and I vowed to give her a wide berth.
laurig, shy of making decisions and happy to procrastinate.
Now you got us whammied with the curse of squirmy death.
I hate the word lesbian; it tells you nothing; its only purpose is to inflame.
Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you ... "
... "What is it?" [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible.
"Yeah," agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. "Why am I an imbecile?
Fransisco, what's the most depraved type of human being?
-The man without purpose.
Booty Butt, Booty Butt, Booty Butt Cheeks
A properly trained lybrarian is one of the most fearless and fearsome beings in the world!
Libidinous, adj.
I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.
Hess laughed. "You know, I thought you were a mousy little thing when I first saw you, Claire, but you're not, are you? Not underneath."
Oh, I am mousy," she said."All this scares the hell out of me. But I don't know what else to do, sir, except try.
Even a mouse bites.
stupid, overbarbering, possesive, fur ball
I hurt him, Larel ...
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
Believe you me, Lope-hey, has anyone ever called you 'Lope' before?
Who in the hot hunk of sex are you?
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
Let's not get naughty.
How about homicidal instead?
Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I'm just a booty star.
Do you think I'm queer, Rob?" I asked.
"I don't care if you're queer," Robby said. "Queer is just a word. Like orange. I know who you are. There's no one word for that.
When I meet people, I no longer say "Hi, I'm Derek Landy, pleased to meet you." Now I say "Hi, I'm number one bestselling author Derek Landy. Worship me.
Get off me you pervert,
incurable lover of the grotesque
I hate the word sexy.
I," said Lymond, in the voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee.
One French guy at a bar wanted several of us to "faire le parachutisme." He said it was easy, you just jumped out of a plane. It sounded very exciting but no, thank you. He said "I'm not a homo." I said it's not a question of whether or not you're a homo, I just don't want to jump out of a plane.
Meretricious. Showily attractive but cheap or insincere.
When the horse was little, Massie had covered the walls with posters of young fillies that she thought Brownie would find sexy.
She's a serial kisser. I think her parents are French.
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
My kinky, foul-mouthed romantic gentleman lover.
Dylan Landis knows how to unnerve a reader, even as she's appreciating being unnerved. Rainey Royal thrums with sex and power. A brave, exquisite book.
By God, I'll have more booty in a moment.
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
A leech who, having penetrated the shell of a turtle only to find that the creature has long been dead, deems it expedient to form a new attachment to a fresh turtle.
I should have been appalled. Or offended. Anything but horny, but there it was.
Shepley threw a french fry at his cousin. "Get your lips outta my girl's ear, Trav!" "Networking! I'm networking!
Prickly
When I'm feeling
porcupine-y,
I get nasty,
I get whiny.
Stay away or
I might stick you.
My sharp words are
quills to prick you.
I typed in a single word: Vampre. Google asked, 'Did you mean vampire?' I said, 'Yes.
...a leering, sneering obscene little harpy...
You better get used to touchy-feely around here, sweetie
You've got to S-M-I-L-E
To be H-A-Double-P-Y
She's like a dessert-hoarding dragon." Alys
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Cheese, Leon! Go get the cheese!
Life is a pigsty.
Willy Lazeer is an acquaintance. His teeth and his feet hurt. He hates the climate, the Power Squadron, the government and his wife. The vast load of hate has left him numbed rather than bitter. In appearance, it is as though somebody bleached Sinatra, skinned him, and made Willy wear him.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
The frontispiece of Mr. Lyell's book is enough to throw a Wernerian into fits.
Hello, freaky peoples!
And when the blush of a schoolgirl's cheeks was mistaken for the crimson of a holy man's fingers, it was the schoolgirl who was called hussy, tramp, slut.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
So what's going on?" Livy asked after spitting out a bit more blood.
"Got a job for you."
"Will I be whoring?"
"Not this time. I'm sorry."
"You know how I love to whore," Livy stated with that flat tone that freaked people out, because no one ever knew whether she was joking or not.
In the books by Ruy-Sanchez we find again the erotic conviction that allows us to read with all the skin. The erotic, in his narratives is not a subject or a phrase, it is the clay of what they are made. In his novels every experience, trivial or extraordinary, breaths through the erotic.
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.
Annoyingly attractive
There is something sinister about putting a leprechaun in a workhouse. The only solid comfort is that he certainly will not work.
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap.
The next summer we went to France for six weeks, and I added another 420 words, most of them found in the popular gossip magazine, 'Voici'. "Man-eater", I'd say. "Gold digger, roustabout, louse".
"Who are you talking about?" my neighbors would ask. "What social climber? Where?
Sassy want a mousey??!! -Syd The Long Lost (Hayle Coven #5)
The purpose of this lectchoor is to let you know where we are. We are in the deep cack. It couldn't be worse if it was raining arseholes. Any questions?
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts