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row of stitches.
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.
Carter-headed chicken.
A scatterbrain is one who never has an unspoken thought.
Ripper in the front, ZZ in the back, Dirty in the mouth.
What the fuck is a scone?
It's Irish, I think, for stale bread.
Skiffle was a name that was attached to what was, in essence, American folk music with a beat.
This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.
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.
It's only at first sight,when the mind's a blank slate,that you get the purest look.
So I fold the flap back,and write:
Tumbleweeds.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
In the morning
it shuffles, unhurried,
across the wet fields
in its black slippers,
in its coal-colored coat
with the white stripe like a river
running down its spine
A Schwalling is when he does something unintentionally idiotic that makes him look stupid,
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
staggered on together. A dark shape
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.
I am not a scoundrel, but I'm broadminded.
What makes you a chaffinch?
Pretending that Shiloh's a bear, tryin' to get in. The more they squeal, the more Shiloh wiggles about, tryin' to get his nose under the edge of the sheet, tail going ninety miles an hour. If that dog had wings, he'd fly, except his propeller would be on the wrong end.
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
I invent words you think you've heard - spray hopper or swag beetle.
Alright Shamblers Let's Get Shamblin'.
rolling eye balls
Word For The Day BOONDOGGLE (BOON dahg'uhl) n. A pointless project. Work of no value, done merely to appear busy. Alternate Word ICKY (IK ee) adj. Very distasteful; disgusting.
Crabgrass is aptly descriptive of this hated weed, for it does scuttle quickly through a lawn.
The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except to be able to grow in rows
Take a bite and I am positive you will be shouting out oh how scrumdiddlyumptious this wonderveg is!
Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft
A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,
Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,
A jest falls from the speechless caravan.
Whenever A annoys or injures B on the pretense of saving or improving X, A is a scoundrel.
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
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
Twig-minx!" it screamed. "scrap-brat!
He who does not know how to encircle a girl so that she loses sight of everything he does not want her to see, he who does not know how to poetize himself into a girl so that it is from her that everything proceeds as he wants it-he is and remains a bungler
'Shkoff' is to eat. 'Shkiaff' is to slap. Like, 'Gettouttahere I'm gonna give you a couple of shkiaffs,' or, 'Forget presentation, just shkiaff the food onto the plate.'
Krawg's vulturebeak nose twitched in the middle of the few undisciplined whiskers that grew where a mustache did not.
Schizophrenic, alternating as it served her purposes between
If I dress like a schlump, I think like a schlump and I work like a schlump.
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
Skiffle was blues featuring a washboard and acoustic instruments. It encompassed blues, with elements of folk, jazz, and, at times, American country-and-western music.
A rut is a grave with the ends knocked out.
Whining and panting beneath
Tail wagging like a windscreen wiper in a downpour.
windup train that made a lot of noise. Every time it bumped into something it turned around and went the other way. Fudge liked it a lot. He likes anything that's noisy.
Train wreck, extremely fast train, but usually ends up derailed somehow,
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
Word For The Day KERFUFFLE (kuhr FUF uhl) n. Disorder; uproar; confusion
A rut is a grave with the ends kicked out.
Yanking at my leg, straining every muscle, my customized Gray Ghost rebuilt as a chopper sparks and squeals.
My boot catches and I'm flipped. Sliding down E-70 Highway on leather, my gloves scrubbed by the tarmac.
Union of the Hideously and Improbably Deformed,
One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.
Have you ever heard of Remnants? - Skulduggery
The bagger is the technique of lazy.
It's gonna be a slobberknocker!
Staring down at his napkin, he resembled a scruffy heron. Tempest,
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
The scatterbrain,
is a little like,
the patter of rain.
Neither here,
nor there,
but everywhere.
I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
Be circumspect how you offend schollers, for knowe, a serpent tooth bites not so ill, as dooth a schollers angrie quill.
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
A man'strong>sstrong> greatestrong>sstrong>t joy istrong>sstrong> crustrong>sstrong>hing histrong>sstrong> enemiestrong>sstrong>.
A rake is a composition of all the lowest, most ignoble, degrading, and shameful vices; they all conspire to disgrace his character, and to ruin his fortune; while wine and the pox content which shall soonest and most effectually destroy his constitution.
Gluppit the prawling strangles, there!
I am what you call a hooligan-
What scrunched under our overshoes as we trudged through the stubble of the grainfield was the nasty mix of moistureless snow and windblown dirt that we called snirt.
A bush-warbler,
Coming to the verandah-edge,
Left its droppings
On the rice-cakes.
A dainty rogue in porcelain
I'm a terrible Scrabble player.
Stubborn, snarly male.
Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
A running machine, that glides over mud, crud and goop.
Zugzwang. It's when you have no good moves. But you still have to move.
A fresh spiderweb
billowing
like a spinnaker
across the open window
and here he is
the little master
sailing by
on a thread of milk
wish me luck
admiral
I haven't finished anything
in a long time
GRUNT - "Term of affection used to denote that filthy, sweaty, dirt-encrusted, footsore, camouflage-painted, tired, sleepy beautiful little son of a bitch who has kept the wolf away from the door for over two hundred years.
You snorted. And you call a dick a schlong.
Sheep with a nasty side.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
I'm a scamp. I don't deny it. I like myself.
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
Whoever gulps down wine as a horse gulps down water is called a Scythian.
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'.
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.
Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can; fill your dam bellies 'till dey bust - and den die
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
atop his head a goofy skin cap simulating baldness and fringed with shoulder-length scraggle.
There is filth on the floor, and it must be scraped up with the muck-rake.
Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss
Tumble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruines (smiling yet
Teare me to tatters; yet I'le be
Patient in my necessitie.
Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection:
Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,
Neglecting thy derision.
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,
One who dresses in rags that have been washed clean dresses cleanly to be sure, but raggedly nonetheless.
squernt" ("the feeling upon finding that the previous occupant of the privy has used all the paper")
this word needs to be reworded ==========
The news just came in from the County of Keck That a very small bug by the name of Van Vleck Is yawning so wide you can look down his neck. This may not seem very important, I know, but it Is, so I'm bothering telling you so.
In valley drift we meet commonly with the bones of quadrupeds which graze on plains bordering rivers.
The bedraggled warhorse of American blowhardism.
He was a dandy with on eear cocked, a gleam on his claw and a glint in his eye. He sauntered through the market square elegant and tattered, admired and cursed: a highwayman, a gentleman thief. His name was Taggle, for the three kittens had been Raggle, Taggle, and Bone.