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I love Nudge, Nudge is a great kid, but that motormouth of hers could
have turned Mother Teresa into an ax murderer
For God's sake put on your glasses, Sam. You're staring right at my boobs.
Death's long anabasis.
Mother's tits, Rhys,
The loss of a Netlimb was a queer sensation, a kind of panicked tickling as the brain strained to maintain its binary illusion that there actually was a limb where a limb no longer existed.
We necessarily sift a great many pebbles, much sand, for each nugget - but the nuggets are the reward.
On top of everything else, Boobie's got the clap.
I hold the record for signing the most boobs in my band.
N had been pushing for (in only a half-joking way)
A man has usually to work through much mud before he gets his nugget.
Nudists have no fashion sense.
To be sexy, nudes need a little underwear.
Nim-nim was a banana-like fruit on Booboo. An immature
Seth put his ear against the door. "I can't hear anything."
"There are probably ten of them patiently waiting on the far side, ready to pounce."
Brownies are shrimps. All I'd need are some heavy boots, a pair of shin guards, and a weed whacker."
The image made Kendra giggle.
your and your wife's fingers and toes after your deaths.
Odds bobs, hammer and tongs I'm burning.
I think of the nudes as seed pods, like flowers or grasses. They are universal bodies.
You killing me smalls.
-one teebs? You mean tablespoon?"
"I don't know.
How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?'
'Four.'
'And if the party says that it is not four but five - then how many?'
'Four.
A small metal marble pinballs within my chest, banging and clanging against all the routes inside me.
Bits in the ether.
I went for a walk and I stubbed my big toe. And my erection.
You use your tits the way a ninja assassin uses nunchuks.
She made a good point. So did her nipples.
What did one saggy boob say to the other? We better perk up or somebody is going to think we're nuts.
He tried to read, but the words swam in front of his eyes in meaningless waves. He put on the television. Nick at Nite, the cultural equivalent of aerosol cheese.
Wow, brains as well as boobs.
All we are is a lot of talking nitrogen.
And that's why we're sending Boobs McGee."
I slowly swiveled my head to glare at Catcher. "Seriously. You're, what, twelve now?"
***
"Then I guess that settles that," I agreed. "My boobs and I will go.
What the hell is a SpongeBob?
How old does one have to be still to say tits?Tits-- Alan Bennett
FIRST DIP, THIRD NIP We went out on the lake and, after his first dip in the water, I noticed the mole on his chest had reacted to the cold. Triple nipple is a deal breaker. - Jillian
If you ever feel alone, just look up. #nucherte
A boot up the ass could be considered a 'nudge' right?
I forgot my balls," Lucas said coming over.
"Your what?"
"My balls. Apparently I left them in this room somewhere, because otherwise I'd have had them in your office in order to tell you that you're full of shit," Lucas replied.
Boobs on the make always try to impress with their high level of seriousness (wise guys, with their contempt for all seriousness.
What did you have for breakfast? Bitch Flakes?
Oh. My. Candlesticks.
It was you Nabi. It was always you. Didn't you know?
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
Fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger,
great big huge titties
I now consider it a good day when I don't step on my boobs.
Our nannas are losers.
I'm going to get him to sign my boobs. With his tongue.
I seem to have a one-track mind, and that track leads straight to the two things I shouldn't even be thinking about right now. Her boobs. Both of them.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear:
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.
Tim decided that he liked breasts that he could touch with no fear of explosion.
Whats up home skillet, biscuit.
Nick couldn't resist teasing Ash. 'So does this make you visibly challenged?' 'No.' Ash said, putting his I.D back into his pocket, 'but if you don't lay off me, I'm going to make you breathing impaired.'"
"-Nick and Ash
Nippers was a whiskered, sallow, and, upon the whole, rather piratical-looking young man of about five and twenty. I always deemed him the victim of two evil powers - ambition and indigestion.
Yeah. You know what I think?"
What?"
So intense was Tibby, she had practically shoved the phone into her ear cavity.
She has big boobies.
Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
Beneath the clothes, we find a man. And beneath the man...we find...his nucleus.
NI!
Oh no! Not ni!
A member of my family, who shall remain nameless, refers to all newborns as 'blobs'.
Trifles, trifles are what matter!
My nards aren't clean
Ive been partying
With Charlie Sheen
How are my ribs? They're so meaningless it's hard to believe,
We're going to find your hobo. We're going to work hard - work nights. Liv, we're going to put our balls into it." She hugged her tightly.
"When did we get balls?" Livia loved her ridiculous sister.
"Just now.
I can't bring myself to open my eyes. I am an ember, glowing from the inside out. The dark and silent room keeps everything else at bay, every sensation, except the two of us, Nick and Lily, who have just made love.
If I fell into a barrel of boobs, I'd come out sucking my thumb
What a pitiful mass of dangerous nothing
Through her union with Hadit the soul contracts; she withdraws from the volatility of sensory perceptions to be stabilised or alchemically "fixed" as a star in the body of Nuit. Thus, the way is open for the soul to partake of the joys of Nuit, infinitely expanding in her divine ecstasy and love.
Something - exactly like a finger and thumb it felt - nipped my nose.
A nudist? In Edinburgh? Does he realise what parallel we're on?
Boobs are like boyfriends. You go around wishing for them and trying to figure out what you have to do to get them, and worrying about all the things you're probably doing wrong, and then one day, who knows why, you wake up and find you've got more than you wanted.
Wubba lubba dub dub!
What are those humps on her chest?
It's just never a good idea to compliment a girl's boobs. [ ... ] "You have nice boobs." Bad. "You have two nice boobs." Worse. "Two boobs? Perfect." F minus.
things you bone, end up boning you
I love black people, but I hate niggers.
Grams calls them "worry crumbs" those leftover bits of an uncomfortable idea. She fixes worry crumbs with sayings and she has one to fit almost any size mess or confusion.
Of erections how few are domed like St. Peter's! of creatures, how few vast as the whale!
This skin is a nuisance. This skin that separates you and me ... it is a nuisance.
(The National Cancer Program is) a bunch of (obscenity).
Aint nuttin' but a peanut.
When I think of nu-metal, I think of Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, Slipknot and even Chevelle - those types of bands.
We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
stuff and nonsense
I have no boobs whatsoever. On my wedding night my husband said, 'Let me help you with those buttons' and I told him, 'I'm completely naked'.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Fewmets is my new swear word. I'm tired of all the old ones.
I'm hitting the sack"
"Are you twenty-nine or sixty-nine?"
The devilish dimples appeared. "Twenty-nine with a sixty-nine waiting at home
Crabs, crabs, crabs. Crabs the size of beach donkeys.
What are those?" Nico called.
Only ninnies go to Penny's.
As you sift through this very solid-looking body, you have to go only so far before you end up with a handful of nothing.
Bob," I said over my shoulder. "Tell her it's me."
"Can't," Bob said in a dreamy tone. "Boobs.
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
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Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny.
If you had five photos of anuses, I could not point mine out.
My breasts have a career. I'm just tagging along.
Towards that small and ghostly hour, [Mr. Cruncher] rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature.
Sits bits unhitch!
My toe as a lethal weapon!
Wonderful. Last night's dinner, the charred remains of my dignity, and apparently, now, my undergarments, too. What else did I leave on Josh Bennett's bathroom floor?
What have you got in there you little bastard?