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Easy there, Smurfette.
THE GRACKLE
The
I'm a scamp. I don't deny it. I like myself.
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
One year later, I got beat up at a Neil Diamond concert by a guy named Scrunchie!
contemptuous cough
I'm coming down on the next pitch, Krauthead.
Nameless McBitchypants
Just call me Sassenach.
Squee." 1 (verb): To emit an onomatopoetic girlish swooning sound out of pure fanboy adulation. 2 (noun): the sound itself.
The Box, shuck-face, the Box!
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
Triump is just a little umph added to try.
You're a bum-rag covered in clart!
Could you conjugate that? To sleaze. I sleaze. You sleaze. We all have sleazen.
Squee-squee-squawky-squiggly-squee.-- Eric Arvin
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
Cheese was the staple. Bread you brought from home. The Schnaps came later. At the end of the week when people got paid, that's when you got your Schnaps, lots of it, five Pfennige a shot.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
This fight figures to be crunk
Skaz is a rather appealing Russian word (suggesting "jazz" and "scat", as in "scat-singing", to the English ear) used to designate a type of first-person narration that has the characteristics of the spoken rather than the written word.
I'm just a normal schmo like anyone else.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
NBC's a little jealous of CNN correspondent Wolf Blitzer. They want to get a reporter with a macho-sounding name too, so they're changing Irving R. Levine's name to Scud Shrapnel.
sand-bar, sorrowful
You'll know they've spotted us when they screech," Skulduggery told her. The creatures screeched.
The choking, sweltering, deadly, and killing rule of no rule; the consecration of cupidity and braying of folly, and dim stupidity and baseness, in most of the affairs of men. Slopshirts attainable three-halfpence cheaper by the ruin of living bodies and immortal souls.
Do you have to skulk about like that?"
"No, I don't suppose I have to skulk about ... I simply enjoy doing so."
"Well, it's a very vulgar habit.
Scurrility has no object in view but incivility; if it is uttered from feelings of petulance, it is mere abuse; if it is spoken in a joking manner, it may be considered raillery.
You weeel catch the korpa." "The what?" "The korpa!" I declared in dire tones. "Your private parts weeel shrink to nothink!
That's a pretty lame superhero name," I told him.
"Scooby-Doo is already taken," he said with dignity. "Anything else sounds lame in comparison.
blatherskate," I
Words cannot express how pissed off I am. I am going to have to invent a new word to explain how angry I am. Karflagled. I am so karflagled off at you right now!" "See,
I'm such a klutz!
My mum refers to female genitalia as scones.
You can't spell squirrel without si, and that's me.
What's your name?" Scapegrace asked.
"Gerald," said the man.
Scapegrace pondered. Gerald the zombie just didn't have that fear-inducing ring to it. "I'm going to call you Thrasher," he said.
So a skunk humped my leg earlier.
What did you have for breakfast? Bitch Flakes?
Rat-a-tat-tat."
"Quack."Quack-- Kate Angell
between Scylla and Charybdis,
Pipe it, shuck-face,
Everyone must know by now that the aim of Scrabble is to gain the moral high ground, the loser being the first player to slam the board shut and upset all the letters over the floor.
What is your definition of skank?' I ask.
'A skank fucks skeezas she barely knows.
And I thought to myself, 'I haven't had a Schlitz since the third grade!
you curdled clot of whores piss
CLUN (n.) A leg which has gone to sleep and has to be hauled around after you.
Middle Tennessee? Really? My bracket is more busted than Screech's face during puberty.
You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
I was nicknamed Skeeter in Little League because I was small and fast, like a mosquito flying across the outfield.
What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
We were surrounded by thirty-foot-tall giants who were about to kill us. Then the sky opened up, and the gods descended."
"Grandad," the kids said, "you are full of schist."
"I'm not kidding!" he protested.
Guards! Summon the holy kitty litter! Mr. Scruffy demands poopsies!
It seems the word 'slut' can be applied to any activity that doesn't include knitting, praying, or sitting perfectly still lest any sudden movements be deemed whorish.
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
Snarky Snarkerson!
What an absolute scumbag. What an absolutely, perfectly sculpted, beautifully smelling . . . scumbag.
So long, crumb-bum.
way it sounded, scraping and scuffling
Once you've watched grown men chase greased pigs, it's hard to find anything that actually seems scuzzier. Bee
Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?
You ignorant little slug!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!
You!" Skeet bellowed. When uttered with just the right tone, this is the universal name for any boy. Accordingly, all heads snapped towards the angry master.
Scapegrace leaped up. "I am the Killer Supreme! I make
murder into an art form!"
Skulduggery hit him again and Scapegrace did a little twirl
before falling.
SCORPIUS: Always.
Scrabble was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia.
We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare."
"Scrabble?" He sounds surprised. "Scrabble's great."
"Not when you're playing with a family of geniuses, it's not. They all put words like 'iridiums'. And I put 'pig'.
theatrical groan of disappointment. Szacki
You weasel, good-for-nothing, scumbag, swine,
sleazebag, scumbucket, scoundrel, son-of-a-bitch!"
In the midst of everything, we all looked at Rosina,
who smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry. I was reading the Dictionary the other day."
I stared at her with incomprehension.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily ... in the street brawls.
I'm a terrible Scrabble player.
I vill now destroy the snickuh bahrs!
The name is Schitt," he replied. "Jack Schitt.
Skulduggery? Where's Skulduggery?"
"I'm here," Skulduggery said. "I was beginning to think you were lost to us."
Finbar's mouth twitched into a brief smile. "Sorry. You're not going to get rid of me so easily.
I'm like an owl ... I don't give a HOOT!
Call me a slag. If it means being a strong woman, I'll gladly be that.
Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
Look at me, you chatty bitch, I'm a goddamn pinata! Fuck off and let me sleep before I puke up a kidney on your slutty leather pants!
I want to give myself a ridiculous nickname. Something like "Knuckle Cock," only not so flowery and romantic sounding.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
I'm a klutz, through and through.
So Scheherazade began.
Tell me bout this caveman with the clam moustache been barkin speeches all over Germany.
Ripper in the front, ZZ in the back, Dirty in the mouth.
This isn't about you, Skeeter. It's about me, and I need you here. If we lose Crutchfield, we'll get him another day. If I lose you...
Hush little owl,
You're with Twi.
I got the moves to get you by.
Big bad crows.
St. Aggie's scamps
Ain't got nothin to show the champ.
I'll pop a spiral
With a twist,
Do a three-sixty
And scatter mist
You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
One troll called me 'Slutty the bush skankaroo'.
Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.
I don't know what day of the month it is!" said Scrooge. "I don't know how long I've been among the Spirits. I don't know anything. I'm quite a baby. Never mind. I don't care. I'd rather be a baby. Hallo! Whoop!
The screech-owl, with ill-boding cry, Portends strange things, old women say; Stops every fool that passes by, And frights the school-boy from his play.
stuttering over your words.
poxy shitweasel,
StocktontoMalone
This stinks like a roadkill skunk.
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than