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Love pull your sore ribs in. I will pull your tangles out.
His Tender Roni.
I've got it!" he declared suddenly, snapping his fingers in triumph.
"Take your knickers off."
"What?" Did that mean what I think it did?
"Your knickers. You know - panties, underwear, muff-huggers, nasty nets -
There was no sound but the murmur of nasty little stinging insects, the occasional crack of a falling branch, and the whispering of the trees discussing religion and the trouble with squirrels. Rincewind
The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
The rout, that dreary review of fashionable fineries, that parade of well-dressed self-infatuations, is one of those English inventions currently mechanifying the other nations. England seems determined to see the entire world bored just as she is, and just as bored as she.
Water trotted is as good as oates.
What relish is in this? How runs the stream?
Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Here we supped ... , having amongst other dainties, a dish of truffles, an earth nut found by an hogg trained to it.
N OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
Pearls of wisdom need matching hearrings.
No, what's a man like down there?"
"Oh." Sidheag wrinkled her nose. "Unimpressive. They have - "she gestured towards her own nether regions with one hand - "a sort of dangly sausage - lacks tailoring."
"Really?"
"Yes, like it wasn't fitted into its casing properly. And hairy.
At first, the pinpricks felt like hot fly bites down the soft white skin over her spine and along her shoulders. The first time Rina flinched, the mage had admonished her harshly. She hadn't moved again.
Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.
The worm in the radish doesn't think there is anything sweeter.
You cram these words into mine ears against
The stomach of my sense.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.
I rarely cook traditional risotto, but I love other grains cooked similarly - barley, spelt or split wheat. I find they have more character than rice and absorb other flavours more wholeheartedly.
Everton are literally a bag of Revells.
A rut is a grave with the ends kicked out.
Puddings, my dear sir?' cried Graham.
Puddings. We trice 'em athwart the starboard gumbrils, when sailing by and large.
Hasten Little Maiden
...
stop and listen
for pearls of wisdom
stop and listen
as the river glistens ...
The tongue is sharper than a sword.
Randalf the Wise indeed!I've worn wiser pairs of underpants!
We have to get out of here, Bram. Before they take our bollocks and use them for pincushions.
When you mix raisins and turds, you've still got turds.
What are those humps on her chest?
As a young man, I used to sport a rather ragged beard [ ... ]; it doesn't suit and in its untended state I can often come to look like a set of sensory organs lost in a raspberry bush.
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?
Raffe sounds like Raw Feet. Coincidence?
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.
Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'
Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can; fill your dam bellies 'till dey bust - and den die
Salt! Salt! And grease! Greee-suh!"Ax
Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
Have ye e'er seen such a lovely set o' bosoms?
Mr Lysander Rief looks like someone who is far more at ease occupying the cold security of the dark; a man happier with the dubious comfort of the shadows.
I'm not a notch on a belt."
"You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You're the whole belt, sugar.
Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
While it is undeniably true that people love a surprise, it is equally true that they are seldom pleased to suddenly and without warning happen upon a series of prunes in what they took to be a normal loin of pork.
You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?
A sparing tongue is the greatest treasure among men.
Girls barely budding open their legs to make a living, alongside the toothless and rancid of breath; hair thick with lice, they all find customers if the price is right, against the wall or on sheets well-soiled. Their holes cost but a shilling. Skins grow thick and claws sharp.
revealing a layer of pudge around her middle.
Attention, there was an incessant gnawing deep down inside my gut that
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
We Robertses have too many teeth for our mouths.
Troubles cured you salty as a country ham, smoky to the taste, thick-skinned and tender inside.
Ye gods and little fishes.
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
Get your filthy paws off my son, feet pue tan! Cherise
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
How much better a man feels when he is mixed with halibut and leg of mutton and roebuck
Trus, is a word that has to be earned.
You don't like her, do you?" "Who, me? No, I love her dearly. Evil scheming bitches are my favorite kind of people." (Risa)
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.
thin and elegant as a mantis
I have a gift for enraging people, but if I ever bore you it will be with a knife.
If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle
Fond of those hives where folly reigns,
And cards and scandal are the chains,
Where the pert virgin slights a name,
And scorns to redden into shame.
Rincewind switched to High Borogravian, to Vanglemesht, Sumtri and even Black Oroogu, the language with no nouns and only one adjective, which is obscene. Each was met with polite incomprehension. In desperation he tried heathen Trob, and the little man's face split into a delighted grin.
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!
Totally drained he could only manage one but he made it a good one tongue included. "Delicious " he murmured.
"So depraved " Colton muttered.
"Thank you."
"Get off me."
"Mine "
"Stings."
"Boohoo.
Rincewind had been his assistant and his friend, and was a good man when it came to peeling a banana. He had also been uniquely good at running away from things. He was not, the Librarian considered, the type to be easily caught. There
Ras Tiegans fried everything, from grasshoppers to pickles to hunks of curried dog.
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
titillate an ocelot?' Answer: 'Oscillate its tit a lot.
Every inch of skin removed to the accompaniment of exquisite pain," added the prisoner, helpfully. Rincewind paused. He thought he knew the meaning of the word "exquisite," and it didn't seem to belong anywhere near "pain.
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
She always puts crisps in her sarnies.
Through and through the inspired leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
Where otherwise words were, flow discoveries, freed all surprised out of the fruit's flesh. RAINER MARIA RILKE
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
You love my teeth!" she hurled at him.
"Told you once, told you a million times, Neet, no man likes a woman's teeth scrapin' his dick. Christ, agony, somethin' you're good at dishin' out in a variety of ways." -Tate
Tagged by a whiny little vamp. Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.
Got staples on my dick. Why? Fucking centerfolds.
Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.
They gave him a little piece of raw meat. Rikki-tikki liked it immensely, and when it was finished he went out into the veranda and sat in the sunshine and fluffed up his fur to make it dry to the roots. Then he felt better.
Dear lord, the flash of his gleaming white teeth was like a hot button to my nether regions. Down vagina! Down, girl.
Bad Rep by A. Meredith Walters
Our backs hut from gathering them: how hard they were to find among the concealing leaves, the frosted deceiving grass.
Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!
You Fill Up My Senses
Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
Thy breath is like the steame of apple-pyes.
...."we saw this big dark red leech hanging off his back.
We were dancing round yelling: 'We'll burn it off! Get the petrol! Stay
still Mr Kassar, you can trust us!'
He wimped out though, and made us use salt. Very boring.
I am not about to deny your salaciousness, my dear Aggs.
...All that grotty jiz crusting to sugar in my ass crevice...
The thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred
And know some nurture.
If have got my spindle and my distaff ready
my pen and mind
never doubting for an instant that God will send me flax.
Other people write about the bling and the booty. I write about the pus and the gnats. To me, that's beautiful.
She kindly laments that I am not of the party, and to be sure I honour great ladies, and I admire great wits, but I am of the same opinion in regard to assemblies that is held concerning oysters, that they are never good in a month that has not the letter R in it.
Rubes came and rubes went.
Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
You are a saucy little thing aren't you?