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Mother... fucker...
The Mahdi rolls along the path to the race track as red, broad and shining as a John Deere tractor ...
Doth the plowman plow all day to sow? doth
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Logan McCade. Paging Logan 'Pantyripper' McCade. Please return to your conference call.
O' the blue-bodied cowherd - ever playful in love and war. Don't you fail to see the immensity of his wisdom and light.
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
May "the Meatball" Wexler.
At wuntz? What HE do?
What HE do? Who do?
Wuntz do hoo doo? How do he do hoo doo?
Once do who do? What? What!? To wit, WHAT.
Wade Dooley: With a handle like that he sounds more like a western sheriff than the Lancashire bobby that he is.
He was lost out there. He was the lost Mohegan.
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
meinstein n. My son, the genius.
Maktub" (It is written.)
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Mahon's wife stared down at us. Her hands went to her hips. "Which one of you idiots wants to explain to me what the hell is going on?"
With great effort I raised my arm and pointed in Mahon's general direction. "Him.
I've got to go."
"Go where?"
"To go. I'd have just taken care of it myself, but it looks like you want to come along."
Mott cursed. "Wait for morning."
"Wish I could. I've been cursed with my mother's pea-size bladder.
Good Hock (Hochheimer) keeps off the Doc.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Maker - their word for worm,
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!
He says he's letting the Stormfather judge you," Moash added. "Jezerezeh, king of Heralds. He says that if you deserve to live, you will ... ." He trailed off. He knew as well as the others that unprotected men didn't survive highstorms, not like this.
I was born Moishe Ketzelbourd but the Indians call me Maurice Cougar.
Meow, Meow, Motherfucker.
Lessee ... he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with "er." Drunker. that was it.
Mos Def is a name that I built and cultivated over the years it's a name that the streets taught me a figure of speech that was given to me by the culture and by my environment and I feel I've done quite a bit with that name and it's time to expand and move on.
Never mock a sin of mine until you have walked a mile in my moccasins
The lawn mower attends with defeaning shudder to the tonsure; a light odor of fresh hay intoxicates the air; the leveled grass finds again a bristling infancy; but the bite of the blades reveals unevenness, mangy clearings, yellow patches.
Batter up, mofo.
Bill Maher does something amazing in Religulous. He makes Michael Moore look incredibly likable in comparison.
Mellingey Stream
What's your name?" Scapegrace asked.
"Gerald," said the man.
Scapegrace pondered. Gerald the zombie just didn't have that fear-inducing ring to it. "I'm going to call you Thrasher," he said.
Call me Ishmael.
When I think about moguls, I think like Donald Trump who ... owns NYC practically. That's a mogul. I feel like I'm on my way to a lot more, but mogul is a really serious thing. I think it's a word that gets thrown around easily.
Come on, Mowgli. Let's go kill Bambi.
Topher? Dude, how many oaths did this kid plan to break in his first month as a Digger?Who did he think he was?Me?
Westside Hochdeutsch mafia, biggest of the big, construction, savings and loans, untaxed billions stashed under an Alp someplace, technically Jewish but wants to be a Nazi, becomes exercised often to the point of violence at those who forget to spell his name with two n's. What's he to you?
Whither thou goest...
What's the handle, Zock?
Make-Out McGuire
It was a great honor to be called a mo-fo by Sam Jackson.
I stand for the Midwest. That's why the album's titled 'M.O.,' 'cause I'm still holding it down like that. My friends and family all call me Mo, so it's kind of like really representing where I'm from and me at the same time.
Magistrate's son and is quite concerned with appearances. She is a weekender. Mutch - Mutch is the youngest member of
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
declared Mr Marrable magniloquently;
that fucking motherfucker
Mistah Kurtz--he dead.
Call me Maximilian.'
A sheep farmer. He's a sheep farmer, she reminded herself fiercely. One who lived in Yorkshire, of all places. 'Very well, Maximilian,' she said.
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes.. miwacles.
Michelle Obama - they don't call her Mooch-elle for nothing.
Nameless McBitchypants
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
She was satisfied with the answer God had given Moses from the burning bush when Moses had seen fit to question. Who are you? Mose asks, and God comes back from that bush just as pert as you like: I Am, Who I AM. In other words, Mose, stop beatin around this here bush and get your old ass in gear.
This is Masher,' said Feeney. 'His father was a wild boar, his mother was surprised.
He is no clown that drives the plow, but he that doth clownish things.
What ho!" I said.
"What ho!" said Motty.
"What ho! What ho!"
"What ho! What ho! What ho!"
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
Every man, woman and child knows about Mugabe, but people say, 'Mogae, who is that?'
this "gawky, stammering adventurer.
Mo leannan. You are sweeter than honey to a black-hearted knight." - Colin
I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess I'm hoping to start a wave of first-name usage.
hospital johnny.
Hee that falles into the durt, the longer he stayes there, the fowler he is.
I cannot stand no wack MC.
So step back if you please,
And don't test me, you're history.
Tell me bout this caveman with the clam moustache been barkin speeches all over Germany.
The man who walks with Henslow.
Mike Walker is the Hemingway of gossip.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
Jockey Wilson, he comes from the valleys and he's chuffing like a choo-choo train!
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Maa" The only word that holds power to give you strength when you are in pain.
NOTPOHL
Endtegt vohn
PU
PU had in
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Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
Never despise meger beginings!
Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
The guy from the bar appeared silently at Uncle Billy's side, his expression cool and steady. He nodded at me once, and turned to my uncle. Seeing him face-to-face,I knew, absolutely, he wasn't just a regular customer. He was a complicationa. A big one. Mo, meet Colin Donnelly. Your bodyguard.
This was thieves' cant. Mosca was a lover of words, and she had a sneaking liking for the grimy panache of cant, and those who wore it like a ragged red cloak.
'Moxie' is a name that was created by an American for the first national soft drink and then went on to mean chutzpah, and that's nice.
airing the marmots
This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.
The man that will nocht quhen he may Sall haif nocht quhen he wald.
Nice going, Beef McQueef.
I'll write you a check. I'll write you a check. How do you spell Sheamus?
Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells?
M.O.A. I. doth sway my life.
A clue! From M!"
"Who's M?"
"Maybe M is for Mackintosh! Maybe Grabes ans Mackintosh are in cahoots!"
"Or maybe M is for Mom. Also, who says 'cahoots'?
Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing
Mister Hawe, you come along, not satisfied with ropin
This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.
Host: What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he
dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he
speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will
carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he
will carry't.
I know muckers are the simplest of commoners and becoming a lady's maid is a right honor, but I couldn't give up the wild steppes forever, couldn't turn my back on Mama and all she taught. I feel like a mucker from the ends of my hair to the mud of my bones.
The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops.
Wotan of Walhalla,