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Oh, jeez. Is that a spleen?" "I think that's a spleen, yes.
Of my merit On that pint you yourself may jedge: All is, I never drink no sperit, Nor I haint never signed no pledge.
Ven mazel kumt, shtelt im a shtul. When mazel comes, pull up a chair for it. (p. 292)
The beet must be uprooted.
I can't sprinkle sprinkles on. I lose control when I have sprinkles. I'm shaky. I still remember the great sprinkle accident of 1982.
Squamous. He did not need to look it up. He knew. They
GOODY. MY SPLEEN IS COLLAPSING. HURRY UP.
Did you ever hear of a place called Sphoe?
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grastrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong>,invaginate volunteer beanstrong>sstrong>,all headstrong>sstrong> gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother'strong>sstrong> strong>sstrong>oft hand on your cheek ...
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,
My ladsh," said Swithin, "are the besht there ish. It'sh not their fault they're up againsht better people.
Well ah woke up aboot hauf ten an' ah wiz still pissed fae the Friday night. Oan the table beside ma bed wiz hauf a spliff, hauf a boatle a wine an' a can ay beer. Ah smoked the spliff an' drank the wine fur ma breakfast then rolled another joint tae huv wae the beer.
She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me.
I'm sorry to tell you this, sprite, but you are definitely little.
pressed. I felt very slobbish next
Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus - "
"The what?" said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
"Pus, Finnigan, pus," said Professor Sprout.
Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!
It's true I don't tolerate fools but then they don't tolerate me, so I am spiky. Maybe that's why I'm quite good at playing spiky elderly ladies.
I'm crepuscular.
Do you always drink Sprite?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I want to buy some for when you visit my place."
Bailey grinned like I had told her she won the lottery. If she kept smiling at me that way, I didn't think my ego could fit into the restaurant much longer.
Brussel Sprouts are bad for your health, Scientists have shown that everyone who ever ate a Sprout between the years 1762 and 1815 are now death. You have been warned
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.
The thick plottens.
KILT, n. A costume sometimes worn by Scotchmen in America and Americans in Scotland.
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
Sorry about the
squishy in your shoe. Must've
been something I ate.
Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.
Snooty high heels.
At Spezia when I am angry I go full of smoke inside, but when you make me angry I see everything.
I haf the sownd of more words butt i coud not remember the shaps of the letters.
Everyone on thistrong>sstrong> earth wastrong>sstrong> born for a reastrong>sstrong>on, what'strong>sstrong> yourstrong>sstrong>?
The class stared at the new girl with admiration. They had never met anyone like Gooney Bird Greene. She was a good student. She sat down at the desk Mrs. Pidgeon provided, right smack in the middle of everything, and began doing second grade spelling.
Splat. Without thought, she'd thrown mud all over his face. So much for femme fatale.
He sputtered in disbelief, then roared, What the ever-livin' feck -
I hate that word, by the way. Retarded. I
You're a bum-rag covered in clart!
A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain ... The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.
I like sporks. They're like spoons, but you can poke people with them.
I'm justrong>sstrong>t like my fanstrong>sstrong>, and that'strong>sstrong> the way I like it.
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.
This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.'
'Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
This is unexpected ... like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.
Anyone could end up drawing a spren, but you learned early that talking to one was pointless. Was he mad? Perhaps he should wish for that - madness was an escape from the pain. Instead, it terrified him.
I flamed amazement
A virtuous esculent!
I want sprinkles.
You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.
I won't ridicule you." He walked up to the window. "Want a Coke?'
"Cherry slurpe."
He rolled his eyes. "And you make fun of me."
"See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy."
"Vivi, you're thrity-one years old."
"Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table.
I'm not a freak. That'strong>sstrong> a horrible thing to strong>sstrong>ay."
"That'strong>sstrong> where you're going. A strong>sstrong>pecial strong>sstrong>chool for freakstrong>sstrong>. You and that Snape boy ... weirdostrong>sstrong>, that'strong>sstrong> what you two are ... "
"You didn't think it wastrong>sstrong> strong>sstrong>uch a freak'strong>sstrong> strong>sstrong>chool when you wrote the headmastrong>sstrong>ter and begged him to take you.
look here you old, painted hussy! I am neither a tart, a trollop, nor am I a strumpet! I am a lady of refined breeding and culture, so bugger off, before this little poppet pops you one in that ugly, wrinkled mug!
A misfit is like the round peg that cannot fit into the square hole or the running river that just can't stay still.
Got me as fussed as a fart in a mitten.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
Ulysses, darling," she whispered, "you don't mind that I'm a round-heeled tart."
"Nonsense. You're my cherry tart. Ripe and oh-so sweet, you naughty girl."
-Angelia Sparrow, Cherry Tart
Spike (to Giles) : Oh, poor Watcher. Did your life pass before your eyes - 'Cuppa tea, cuppa tea ... almost got shagged ... cuppa tea'?
You can't spell squirrel without si, and that's me.
Wore out from all that, I did what we call shilly-shally. Poking round up to no good.
Still, it was sulk or sail.
Kaitlyn Parker has popped Martin Sandeke's spooning cherry." I felt his smile grow just before he said, "It's only fair. I hope to pop your forking cherry.
Any word with the our ending could be spelt or, don'tchaknow." "Like neighbor instead of neighbour?" "It's a good idea," put in Snell. "Labor, valor, flavor, harbor - there must be hundreds. If we confine it to one geographical area, we can claim it as a local spelling idiosyncrasy.
Know to be a safe port in a storm? Flora suddenly remembered her dream, how warm William Spiver's hand had felt in her own. She blushed. Whom did she trust? Good grief, she trusted William Spiver.
Mr Lefoux, would you fetch Prim for me? She seems to have been kilted." Quesnel
Mom," said Peter, "nobody thinks you're a lackwit, if that's what you're worried about."
Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor's dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.
Snarky Snarkerson!
A strong>sstrong>teady love, a faithful love, a wife'strong>sstrong> love istrong>sstrong> the bestrong>sstrong>t.
My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places.
I think the bestrong>sstrong>t comedy istrong>sstrong> tragicomic. Yeah, I strong>sstrong>uppostrong>sstrong>e if you were to look at everything I've done, there istrong>sstrong> a bit of a black strong>sstrong>treak through all of it. It'strong>sstrong> not deliberate: it'strong>sstrong> what makestrong>sstrong> me laugh, and there'strong>sstrong> a fine tradition of it, estrong>sstrong>pecially in Ireland.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
Me and Frosted went to get a drink.
But she ordered somethin' bugged, and I ain't know what to think.
She ordered potassium, calcium,
Carbohydrate, scotch with sodium.
She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch ...
I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my mouth.
CHAPTER L MR. TOOTS'S COMPLAINT
Pillsbury shouted the only word that came to mind. Ow!
Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground, And the press'd watch return'd a silver sound. Belinda still her downy pillow prest, Her guardian SYLPH prolong'd the balmy rest:
Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they ain't whupped us yit, air they?
You're the star," said Tristran, comprehension dawning. "And you're a clodpoll," said the girl, bitterly, "and a ninny, a numbskull, a lackwit and a coxcomb!
Hey, Trash, what did old lady Semple say when you torched her pension check?
Lonesome, no more!
Dr. Wintermute beheld Mrs. Pinchbeck befeathered, beribboned, crinolined, corseted, frizzled, and festooned, though not wasted.
It was a sh*t sandwich.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
Shitfire, parson! And I mean thet sincerely!
Oh, good, I'd hate to be spleenless". He closed his eyes again. "What the hell does a spleen do anyway?" - Kellan Kyle
So exquisitely slopped that he didn't know if he was on land or at sea.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
Smee?
What Cap'n?
You are a supreme idjit.
Aye cap'n.
out. May propped the
Please enter," Kessell said with false courtesy. "Fear not for my trolls that you injured, they will surely heal!" He threw his head back and laughed. Drizzt felt a fool; to think that all of his caution and stealth had served no better purpose than to amuse the wizard!
seen something in their poses, for, 'Spoony!
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
The word that comes to mind is 'beefcake', Zane drawled, looking Ty over, appreciating the view
"Mission accomplished then!" Ty said happily as he turned around to face Zane again. He frowned suddenly. "Is beefcake one word or two?"
Zane laughed. "Who cares when you've got a great ass?
Belson came into the apartment with some crime-scene people and two homicide detectives.
"This guy," Charlie said, and looked at his notebook, "Spenser. He was impersonating a police officer."
Belson glanced at him. "We all thought that," Belson said, "when he was a cop.
Thank you," Skulduggery said to her. "I fear he was about to start insulting me."
"I couldn't let that happen," she said. "Your ego is a fragile and delicate thing."
"You see? You understand me.
My little cup brims with tiddles.
The sulker is a complicated creature, giving off messages of deep ambivalence, crying out for help and attention, while at the same time rejecting it should it be offered, wanting to be understood without needing to speak.
Who Stole the Tarts?
Indescribably delirious!
Is stuffed, de world, wif feeding girls.
The truth istrong>sstrong>," I strong>sstrong>ay, "he'strong>sstrong> having my baby. It'strong>sstrong> a medical miracle. Someone call the newstrong>sstrong>paperstrong>sstrong>.
Fluke me, Murdstone.