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Beat sprouts, I croaked, ashamed I'd reached a point in my life where I had to make decisions like choosing between bean sprouts or potato chips (and then going with fucking bean sprouts!).
voluptuous sluggard,
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
Squee-squee-squawky-squiggly-squee.-- Eric Arvin
If I was a Pokemon, I'll either be a Psyduck or a Jigglypuff.
... Dexter the sofa spud ...
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
You was always too busy pullen' little girls' pigtails when I give you the Holy Sperit.
Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies ...
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.
Read day and night, devour books - these sleeping pills - not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
Except I didn't say effEff-- Patrick Ness
Did you ever hear of a place called Sphoe?
remove the speck from your
I asked Elsie how much food they needed from outside the community. 'Flour and sugar,' she said, and then thought a bit. 'Sometimes we'll buy pretzels as a splurge.'
It crossed my mind that the world's most efficient psychological evaluation would have just one question: Define splurge.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
fiddlesticks" and
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 ...
Lucy,' he murmured, 'you have some splainin' to do.
What's a miffin?"
"Trippy muffin.
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
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.
Sprout's a really cool app for pregnant women. It shows you what your baby's development is in real time, so I find myself checking it quite often.
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.
I'm crepuscular.
There's a splish of a fish. I see where it was, but not where it is.
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
Hey this is Lenore! Yup, it sure is Lenore! Huh, maybe he can't hear me, maybe I should spell it. L-e-n-o-p
There's no p in Lenore , Lenore.
Oh yeah? Then what's this raggamuffin? Pssssssssssss
Aaaaagh! How are you even projecting it at that angle!?!
So Mauclair takes snuff, does he?" he asked carelessly. "'Yes, Mr. Commissary....Look, there is his snuff-box on that little shelf....Oh! he's a great snuff-taker!" "So am I," said Mifroid and put the snuff-box in his pocket.
Squeej? What kind of name was that for a pilot?
bloody nose. Fred,
Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.
Now you got us whammied with the curse of squirmy death.
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.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.
Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.
I'm feeling a little sauvage
What are they called? Sprackles, shakums, edible sequins, glossy sugar deedeebobs, I don't know. Instead of sprinkling them on a cookie, I sprinkle them on Angel de la Guarda.
Oh dear, is that a skunk?" Leonora asked.
"No," Alessandro gasped in horror. "No the smelly cat!"
"I've told you, Alessandro darling, they aren't cats."
"They look like cats. Like the big fluffy cat she's been stepped on and flattened to a big fluffy pancake cat," Alessandro argued.
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.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
SPIIIIIDERS!" The world ceased its turning. The owl went dumb. The Milky Way flickered on the verge of extinction. Ben hollered it again: "Spiders!" He started thrashing wildly amid the pine needles. "They're all over me!
Splendor was the decree of the day.
Excuse me while I light my spliff, Good God I gotta take a lift, From reality I just cant drift, That's why I'm staying with this riff
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
My little cup brims with tiddles.
Griff's pretty neat on his own. Scottish hedge!
Wats yr typ?
people who can spell
spoon, jar, jar jar spoon
Razzmatazz topped with hot fudge, strawberries, rainbow sprinkles, and whipped cream. It looked nasty, but you had to admire a guy secure enough to order sprinkles.
I haf the sownd of more words butt i coud not remember the shaps of the letters.
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
I can't stand squealers, hit that guy!
I look spooky but I'm really nice.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.
Where's Feathertail? Graystripe's gaze flicked past Stormfur as if he expected to see the pale-gray she-cat waiting at the foot of the rocks. Squirrelpaw stared at her paws. Poor, poor Stormfur. He brought the worst news of all, to RiverClan as well as ThunderClan.
I wonder why looking at that causes sleepiness ... Maybe it's the illusion-type magic that Spriggans are good at or something.
Hey, my spaghetti's moving!" cried Mr. Twit, poking around in it with his fork.
"It's a new kind," Mrs. Twit said, taking a mouthful from her own plate which of course had no worms. "It's called Squiggly Spaghetti. It's delicious. Eat it up while it's nice and hot.
Police," I say.
"Let's see your badge."
"I'm undercover. And I'm going to need that as evidence."
She hands me the spiff. I take a drag. "Yep, it's the real deal. You're busted.
Smitty leaned forward, resting his arms on this raised knees. "I am fixin' to get mad, Jessie.
"You're fixin' to get mad?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you just get mad?"
"I'm not there yet. But I will be if you don't start talking to me."
Smitty to Jessie Ann
'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!
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
I'm sorry to tell you this, sprite, but you are definitely little.
Creff was visibly agitated by the stranger's appearance at our door. Memory calls to mind the anxious wringing of his hands, resembling two furless pink badgers wrestling for each other's throats ...
[Leafpool] waved her tail in greeting as she padded past Cloudtail and Daisy; as she left the clearing she heard Cloudtail meowing, "This time try to pretend I'm a badger and I'm going to eat your kits."
"But my kits really like you," Daisy protested.
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!
Millie ran back and forth, first jumping on Diego, then Henry, then Diego. "Arff!" she said, which means "let's help" in the way dogs talk.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?
Well, what do you know? Fakespeare!
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!
wup-wup-wup" - Pil and Popo
So it's Mr. Wiggin and Who The Hell Are You.'
'About right,' Bean replied.
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.
Squee." 1 (verb): To emit an onomatopoetic girlish swooning sound out of pure fanboy adulation. 2 (noun): the sound itself.
Cucumber reminds me of my mother making me eat sprouts.
This is unexpected ... like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.
I have always been by your side, poppet, and so shall I always remain.
Got a new pup. He is half griffon. The other half is mistake.
Life is too short to skip the sprinkles.
Is that you?" came Shurq's voice from the darkness within.
"Why yes," Bugg said, "it is."
"Liar. You're not you, you're Bugg. Where's Tehol? I need to talk to Tehol.
Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.
What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"It's my fox hat."
"Your fox hat?"
"Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
"Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.
Skittles: the fun,colorful candy to eat, but even funner to throw at old people.
=]
(yes I know funner isn't a word)
flibbertigibbets - and
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Nanny Ogg knew how to start spelling 'banana', but didn't know how you stopped.
Ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
never returned to the world they knew
and nobody knows what happened to
dear ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
Come on. Say it, Raffe." I give him a half smile. "I love it when you say Pooky Bear. It's just so perfect when it comes out of your mouth."
"She might kill you in your sleep one of these days just so she can get rid of that name.
Fainali, xen, aafte sam 20 iers ov orxogrefkl riform, wi wud hev a lojikl, kohirnt speling in ius xrewawt xe Ingliy-spiking werld.