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Croquet is bastardized roque.
Please do not shoot us in the balls, EJ Elgin. It is only me, Robby Brees, and my friend, Austin Szerba, who is your next-door neighbor, and we are not rat boys from Mars. We come in peace, and smoking cigarettes." "Benson
I still remember "the mighty Cros" visiting the ranch in his van. That van was a rolling laboratory that made Jack Casady's briefcase look like chicken feed. Forget I said that! Was my mic on?
Oral Roberts is a greed-crazed white-trash lunatic who should have been hung upside down from a telephone pole on the outskirts of Tulsa 44 years ago, before he somehow transmogrified into the money-sucking animal that he became when he discovered television.
Clearing her throat, Peabody turned the cube on record. I owe Dallas, Lieutenant Meaniepants Eve, twenty dollars to be paid out of my hard-earned, under-appreciated detective's salary next payday. Peabody, Detective Churchmouse Delia.
You might be a redneck if your sophisticated show-biz cousin is a rodeo clown.
Fenwick, sitting down to
Speak to me."
"I hate you."
"Okay." Mad Rogan let go of me. "You're fine.
Call me Richard, I love it when you call me Richard.
Mr. Frazier makes me laugh out loud.
Denton struck Charley as the kind of man who never wasted energy on extra movement or idle chitchat. He was foursquare Sonny Boy Williamson and Sister Rosetta Tharpe, a Silvertone guitar, older than old school.
My beloved jay, give me a name now. call out the name you give me, looking into the deepest place in your heart. Everytime you call my name, I'll fly to you and be your wings.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
On the Jellicoe road
R.F. JACKABY
INVESTIGATIVE SERVICES
ASSISTANT WANTED
-$8 PER WEEK-
Must be literate and possess a keen intellect and open mind.
Strong stomach preferred.
Inquire at 926 Augur Lane.
Do not stare at the frog.
You might be a redneck if your birth announcement included the word rug rat.
King of tha westcoast
Son of a poodle.
Undertaker, if that is your real name ...
I came in thinking about Bobby Ewing, but I love this Ray Krebbs role.
The elder Miss Larkin
Think of me as the weathered sheriff coming back into Dodge 'cause the youngsters are shooting up the church and scaring the horses and not doing right by the women.
Dodie: "Mama, Jamie's up on the hill and he's f***g a goat!"
Mama: "Well, it's Jamie's goat, ain't it?"
-Peter Manso illustrates the brash wit pervasive in the Brando family with this exchange between Dodie Brando, Marlon's mother, and her mother in-law.
Yeah, that's her. Roly-poly little bitch. Fucked her in the ass the other day and, get this, she shit all over me. I'm talkin', this wasn't no little mess. This was Niagara fuckin' Falls pourin' outta her ass.
Call me Richard. That's my real name. Call me that.
You want me to be a man,older than you, who goes by the name of Roullard.
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
My life began with Ronnie.
Rus, dancing alongside Roza like a monstrous, bedraggled pony.
The only thing better than a cowboy in Wranglers is a cowboy out of Wranglers.
Hey, Mr. Rager. Mr. Rager, tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed.
This is Red Barber speaking. Let me say hello to you all.
Kenny Shanker burns with boppish abandon.
Florence Nightendick
He was more p***ed off by us playing a game of who could think up the worst nickname for him."
"Let me guess, you won?"
"It was Boy Scout, actually. I mean, come on. Even I couldn't top Chubby Chubby Choo Choo.
Ol' man river,
Dat ol' man river
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He jes'keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
Hi I'm B-Rok of the Backstreet Boys, Jim Carrey wannabe.
Roget looked so profoundly timid. What is it like, working for a well-dressed lunatic who pays you triple what anyone else would pay to forget your better judgment?
Disengaging from the rat race Jackson
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
Everton" (Francis)
Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. "Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent," he said admiringly.
The peacock stopped beside him. "Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?"
You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.
Okay. Roz is strong. She's confident and loyal. She's there when I need her.
"Congratulations," I mumbled. "Sounds like you're dating a German shepherd.
On the square ... I'm not riffin' like Andy Griffith,
Just fed up, goin' head up, with competition.
I grew up as a Roy Rogers fan, of course.
I'm drowning in whiskey river.
You might be a redneck if ... you bought a VCR so you could tape wrestling while you are at work.
my friend Ronald. He's a hunstman who lives in my letterbox.
The Hawks want to talk to you, Boss."
"The Hawks?" I queried, confusion wrinkling my brow.
Kir smiled and pulled me to my feet. "My gang are called the Hawks."
I threw him a sardonic look. "Why? Because you always catch your prey?"
He grinned wickedly. "Always, beautiful Rogan. Always.
Mr. Boffin, as if he were about to have his portrait painted, or to be electrified, or to be made a Freemason, or to be placed at any other solitary disadvantage, ascended the rostrum prepared for him.
I see the rodeo's in town again.
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo
Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and aide, Peabody,
His name is Robert Paulson.
Broiling Sunday afternoons in what I still call Joe Robbie Stadium.
Ray, I've run my last run of moonshine, I'm not gonna do it anymore, I'm just getting too old to be doing this stuff.
Cinderella hoein' for the fellas, Mr. Roger was getting kind of jealous.
What do I look like? A blonde rolodex for boys who've lost an archery match with cupid?
Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl.
Chapter 11 Bobby Bell
Rollo the Walker. Who are you?"
"Dak," he answered. It seemed like Rollo expected more. "Uh, Dak the, er ... Cheese Eater?
Consider for a moment any beauty in the name Ralph.
His name was Butchie Dykes.
I couldn't have made a better shot, if I had been one of those detectives who see a chap walking along the street and deduce that he is a retired manufacturer of poppet valves named Robinson with rheumatism in one arm, living at Clapham.
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
You have the best wild west rancher cowboy name in history
Praise Roxane Gay for her big-hearted self-examining intelligence, for her inclusive and forgiving stance, for her courage and determination ... for saying out loud the things we were thinking, for guiding us back to ourselves and returning to us what was ours all along.
Gilderoy Lockhart
Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.
You might be a redneck if your momma tore her best dress coon hunting.
Jackson Rathbone - he is a prankster. Constantly scaring people from behind, stuff like that.
Rhubarb, I would have proposed when you were in pigtails and bobby sox.
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
His eldest sister (who modestly prefers to be identified here as a Tuckahoe homemaker) has asked me to describe him as looking like 'the blue-eyed Jewish-Irish Mohican scout who died in your arms at the roulette table at Monte Carlo.
Who is this Baby Ruth? And what does she do?
Is that your granny?" Ranger wanted to know.
"Yup. She was checking to make sure Moogey was here."
"You've got a helluva gene pool, babe.
Was this Cowboy Hank? Oh my, yes, it was. Because his belt buckle told me so .
Jake [Roberts] is feeling a little under the weather. He has bar-thritis. That's when because stiffin' a different joint every night.
boron - boro
Tucker: "Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it to make it go away."
Mrs. Avery: You sang to it?
Tucker: Her singing is that bad.
Rubes came and rubes went.
Little Walter I would've liked to have played with.
Where the hell is Ralph?
I keep hoping some guy with 'Ron' or 'Andy' stitched on his pocket and a gas pump in his hand will step up and tell me where I'm headed.
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap.
Quit thinking about what Bobby Lee's gonna do to us and start thinking about what we're going to do to him.
I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman
This is Bourbon Street, isn't it? Where's the freakin' bourbon?
Some clown shouting, "I want my lawyer, I want my lawyer, you guys run this place just like a frigging prison." Burkes: "Shut up in there, or I'll rank you." The clown: "I ranked your wife, Burkie." Gonyar:
Summer grass," Jaime told his cousin. "Old Sumner Crakehall
My name is Louie, but they call me Tony!
Cranberry Catsup
III Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
nineties Ross Gellar hair.
Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck
Remote and ineffectual don.
I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass
You might be a redneck if you have a picture of Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, or Elvis over your fireplace.
The southern edge of town. Tim was a liver-colored bird dog, the pet of Maycomb. "What's he doing?" "I don't know, Scout. We better go home.
rabid tush patrol