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What kind of maggot grows in the corpse of a day?
The girl, Maggie, blossomed in a mud puddle.
My wife went to a beauty parlor and got a mudpack; for two days she looked nice, then the mud fell off.
The Great and Terrible Humbug,
We do, doodley do, doodley do, doodely do,
What we must, muddily must, muddily must, muddily must;
Muddily do, muddily do, muddily do,muddily do,
Until we bust, bodily bust, bodily bust, bodily bust.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
My feet are wet," said Mr. Dreary.
"You lack the proper gear," I said. We teetered along a trickle of land that wound between water and mud. "Here in the swamp, even the swans wear rubber boots.
Fish fiddle de-dee!
He was a dandy with on eear cocked, a gleam on his claw and a glint in his eye. He sauntered through the market square elegant and tattered, admired and cursed: a highwayman, a gentleman thief. His name was Taggle, for the three kittens had been Raggle, Taggle, and Bone.
Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.
small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.
D-Dub in the flesh.
I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.
SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO GET MUDDYMuddy-- Hal Archer
The mud is cold when you're in the north of Scotland!
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
I don't have to go to the bottom of the creek to know that there is mud down there
You been mud wrestling..?' 'Only with my conscience.' 'Really? Who won?' 'Well, it was one of those rare occasions when violence really doesn't solve anything.
An odor of June mud, backwashed with essence of meadow-grass and a whiff of cow.
Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!
A detestable, viscous place populated by slugs
Behold then Septimus Dodge returning to Dodge-town victorious. Not crowned with laurel, it is true, but wreathed in lists of things he has seen and sucked dry. Seen and sucked dry, you know: Venus de Milo, the Rhine or the Coliseum: swallowed like so many clams, and left the shells.
I get my share of mud flung my way, but the secret is to dance in the rain and the mud will wash away.
mawage 'mah-'wahge. 1; a bwessed awangement 2; a dweam wifin a dweam - T-SHIRT
I think people expect mud at festivals, I think you'd be asking for your money back if you didn't get it.
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.
Sweet Honey of Dagda, now I was babbling.
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I ... I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
Rise so high, in mud you lie.
Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.
You don't get it boy ... this isn't a mudhole ... its an operating table. (KRAKKKKK) And I'm the surgeon.
God made mud, God made dirt, God made boys so girls could flirt.
The most I have to fear while hiking in Warwickshire and Worcestershire, the two historic British counties closest to my city home in Birmingham, is whether or not the mud awaiting me in the narrow lanes ahead is deep enough to foul my socks.
And SpiderOak passed the mud-puddle test.
Kept stepping into the same mud puddle and expecting it to be dry.
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
Never throw mud. You may miss the mark, and you'll have dirty hands.
Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
There is the mud, and there is the lotus that grows out of the mud. We need the mud in order to make the lotus.
Iggy: I'll grab a zebra; Gaz, you fill all the bubbles with your trademark scent. so people are choking and gagging; and let's throw beef jerky in their eyes! Now, that's a plan!
You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.
Fuck-a-doodle-do.-- Jay Stringer
put flowers in the mud, baby.
Overground.
The sluggard is a living insensible.
Diddley dee I have got to pee
Any human who tried to stamp on a Feegle would find that the little man he thought was under his boot was now in fact climbing up his trouser leg, and after that the day could only get worse.
Maggot, I'm going to pull a rabbit out of your hat!
He who slings mud generally loses ground.
Even mud gives the illusion of depth.
Man with the Muckrake
My brain was like mud.
I Play Dodgeball with Cannibals
(Chapter 2)
Maker - their word for worm,
The muddy rivers of spring
Are snarling
Under the muddy skies.
The mind is muddy.
doodle, v.: I have more fun when it's freedom
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!"
"Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"
She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."
Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"
She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.
And why does it smell like something DIED in the mud and is STILL in there rotting?
Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus - "
"The what?" said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
"Pus, Finnigan, pus," said Professor Sprout.
Question: What is he? Answer: A sluggard; how very pleasant it would have been to hear that of oneself! It would mean that I was positively defined, it would mean that there was something to say about me. "Sluggard" - why, it is a calling and vocation, it is a career. Do not jest, it is so.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
We are naked, lance-constable!' 'Only technically. This mud really sticks.' 'I mean underneath the mud!' said Angua. 'Yes, but if we had clothes on we'd be naked underneath them, too!' Sally pointed out.
Today was a rainy, dreary, wear-your-steel-toed-mud-shoes Wednesday.
Shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather
I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.'
'Oh, now really, his cooking isn't that bad.
The Dagda, who reigned just before the coming of the Milesians, was the greatest of the De Danann. He was styled Lord of Knowledge and Sun of all the Sciences. His daughter, Brigit, was a woman of wisdom, and goddess of poetry. The Dagda was a great and beneficent ruler for eighty years.
The grass is wet on the hill. The sky has no end. For the dog who waits for his mistress, Madge, noon comes again.
Buggeration and Fuckery
Dried mud flats, sun-warmed, have a delicious touch, cushioned and smooth; so has long grass at morning, hot in the sun, but still cool and wet when the foot sinks into it, like food melting to a new flavour in the mouth. And a flower caught by the stalk between the toes is a small enchantment.
Watch your step," said Slash.
Jig stopped, fully expecting to be shot, poisoned, crushed, or maybe all three at the same time. "What is it now?"
Slash pointed to a pile of brown, slimy goo in the center of the tunnel. "Hairball.
Vadier (on Danton): "We'll clean up the rest of them, and leave that great stuffed turbot till the end."
Danton (on Vadier): "Vadier? I'll eat his brains and use his skull to shit in.
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud.
Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.
Have you ever heard of Remnants? - Skulduggery
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
When you live among the flowers, you don't think about the mud.
I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahs!"-Gazzy
sand-bar, sorrowful
Walk through the mud in life, if you ever want to get to the higher ground
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Mr. Sausage Nose
Puddleglum!" said Jill. "You're a regular old humbug. You sound as doleful as a funeral and I believe you're perfectly happy. And you talk as if you were afraid of everything, when you're really as brave as - as a lion.
Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud, Hatch out.
When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles
and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles ...
... they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle.
Um, Sparrow ... did I really hear you say dagnabbit?
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
The unambitious sluggard pretends that the eminence is not worth attaining, declines altogether the struggle, and calls himself a philosopher. I say he is a poor-spirited coward.
Never throw mud. You may miss your mark, but you will have dirty hands.
Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Is that a dangler in your memo or are you just glad to see me?
Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his anus.
SlingBlade: If you EVER speak ill of the McGriddle again I will personally force-feed you one while I fuck you in the butt using the wrapper as a condom and then donkey punch you when the infused syrup nuggets explode in your mouth.
If you born in the mud, you gonna be dirty, and people don't understand that.
Don't know what to do in a world without mud and moss, brother.
If you pray for rain, be prepared to deal with some mud.