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A distinctly ordinary player of extraordinary dirtiness.
Give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister, - Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As
A Polish man bought a zebra for a pet. What does he call the zebra? Spot!
Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
Owr brave little shank!
Pinner. "'Thank you very much,' said he; 'I fear that I underrated the difficulty of the task. This list will be of very material assistance to me.' "'It took some time,' said I.
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
The pig says oink.
I speak the password primeval.
... Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
That's trouble. The pixies will sour your milk."
"I thought it was hobgoblins who soured milk."
"A dirty lie. Spread by the pixies, no doubt.
plews." Glass paid the captain his full attention. Every citizen of St. Louis knew some version of Drouillard's story, but Glass had never heard a first-person account. "He did that twice, went out and came back with a pack of plews. Last thing he said before he left the third time was,
coltish-looking,
I fight with pizazz. It's a different sound from everyone else. It's the sound of pizazz.
What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
A fusty nut with no kernel.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
I had a ploughman's lunch the other day. He wasn't very happy.
P - Jamie!" I called.
He waded back toward me. "I'm starting to think my name is Pajamie."
"Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn't deep."
"Pajerky?" He gave me a skeptical look. "That's Pathetic."
"We'll see how smug you are once I'm on dry land.
Pimping ain't easy
If one piddles correctly, time just goes away, without regret on the part of the piddler, or even any particular notice.
He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!
Perry Johansson.
A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie! Stop him!
If Mykle Hansen needed to eat puppies for breakfast to be himself, he would rap the table and scream "waiter, more puppy sauce!
Money was money, but I didn't want to waste any time away from Pidge.
She was happier than I'd ever seen her, and for the first time, I felt like a normal, whole human being instead of some broken, angry man.
Mouseburger: unpretty, unspecial, unformed.
I'M PINOCCHIO. I KILL MONSTERS.
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
Pa-rump, pa-rump, pa-rump. He's the Little Drummer Boy on speed.
Um, yes sir. It's just. That looks like a hamster." "It is a hamster. In all essentials. However, we call them POCKs. That stands for Piece Of Crap.
I aint trippen never slicking or slacking on my pimping
Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.
I've always been a hustler.
Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.
You don't spell it, son. You eat it.
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
You guess, boy? You don't know? Peter
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
A Jew, crossing the street, bumped into an anti-Semite. "Swine!" bellowed the paskudnyak. "Goldberg," said the Jew, bowing.
I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."
This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.
A slice is a loaf to a mouse.
I am a dirty JEW.
Pelapi. It is an old word. There is no single word like it in English. It means 'librarian,' but also 'apprentice,' or perhaps 'student.
An excellent angler, and now with God.
Is this the seedman Jasher?" The commander indicated the charred remains.
"It's his identical twin."
"We know he traveled with you until recently. Where is his amar?"
"I ate it."
"This is a foolish time for flippancy."
"I panicked. It tasted horrible. Do you have any mouthwash?
If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.
Rat. A curse, an insult, a word totally without light.
O lovely O most charming pug Thy gracefull air and heavenly mug ... His noses cast is of the roman He is a very pretty weoman I could not get a rhyme for roman And was obliged to call it weoman.
Naphtali is a doe let loose that bears beautiful fawns.
Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.
What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork from my lunch?
When you're in Portuguese-African Brazil, or Lisbon, or Mozambique, sometimes piri piri is used as a condiment. Sometimes piri piri is just spices from a jar, and sometimes it's made with garlic, olive oil, cilantro, parsley, and some light chilies.
Holy crap on a cracker.
Mouse-brained fool
When I was born, I was born very prematurely so I was very tiny and small. And so, my mom just nicknamed me Pixie, like a little fairy.
Girl with a pie, I'll call it. It's almost like guy with an axe, if you squint hard enough.
I do admire the new breed of fictional female PI's. The ones who'll survive a throttling, a kidnapping, a punch in the kidneys from a Mafia goon and then wind up the evening making love to a helicopter pilot. In the helicopter. I think I need more time at the gym.
Maker - their word for worm,
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
A mental midget with the IQ of a fence post.
What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?
What are you looking at?" I asked ...
"City slicker. What are you looking at?"
"A stupid wookie man-bear-pig who doesn't know how to mind his own business.
I protect Prim in every way I can, but I'm powerless against the reaping.
Or, as I call it, a Cheesel, it's a Weasel with a Cheese finish.
You is getting nosier than a parker.
a walther ppk. you're a james bond fan, i imagine....
Her name Toor Pekai means "raven tresses
Vegetarian - that's an old Indian word meaning lousy hunter.
I'm not pert and perky anymore - when you're over 60, it's 'feisty.'
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
Parker, what are you doing?" "Making a funny face in an effort to make you stop staring at me like I murdered your beloved goldfish.
A voluminous, prosaick, and drivelling Monk.
the senile, lecherous expression of a camel.
Fluke me, Murdstone.
beshert. Meant to be.
Mr. Pappadakis smells like Just for Men peroxide dye and eucalyptus foot unguents. He has a face like a catcher's mitt. The whole thing puckers inward, drooping with the memory of some dropped fly ball.
He's a gypsy killer. He has a special gypsy killing knife.
Happy Anniversary, Pidge."
"One down, forever to go
Like most men with what's known as "house-help," Pimli Prentiss had no clear sense of his employees as creatures with goals, ambitions, and feelings -
POKSI (Physically Okay but Socially Inept)
Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!
The story of Pi is the story of all of us. We all have tigers under our tarpaulins - tigers that, we feel, could destroy us. We think we want to be rid of our tigers. But the truth is, we would feel a great loss if they ran away, because ultimately, each tiger is part of us.
What kind of dog is this?" "The kind who knows a lot.
He is no clown that drives the plow, but he that doth clownish things.
After a while of watching me, he stands and punches me in the face. "If you punch me back, you will be sent home, Pixie." I kick him in the shin. He limps away, laughing like a drunk Uncle Narol. I'm not sent home.
Pixie herself was too little to tell a proper story. She just said a whole jumble of stuff: 'Pixie did dancing, then Pixie did singing, then Pixie ate lots and lots of ice cream,' droning on and on about herself. 'Pixie did telling stories and she was boring,' said Baxter unkindly.
a creature of impulse.
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
Ease up, nasty little frigid pixies
I pass over the spectacle of Poirot on a camel. He started by groans and lamentations and ended by shrieks, gesticulations and invocations to the Virgin Mary and every Saint in the calendar. In the end, he descended ignominiously and finished the journey on a diminutive donkey.
A man does not know how he came by the half a pie he is holding in his hand!
Plowboy, Dick, who sometimes came into our field to pluck blackberries from
Pixiophobia: a fear of Pixies.
I made this up, but believe me it should be a word because it sure is a legitimate fear.