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I would say I'm voluptuous. Statuesque. Definitely curvaceous.
GOODY. MY SPLEEN IS COLLAPSING. HURRY UP.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
smooth and fat as possible,
Strong as stone, supple as a sapling.
Sometimes we call it 'Extra Chunky,' too."
"Why's that?" she finally asked. "Because," DeForrest said, barely able to contain his mirth, "when you run over a hippy with this thing, extra chunky is about all that's left.
Sorry about the
squishy in your shoe. Must've
been something I ate.
I like ye fat, Sassenach," he said softly. "Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine.
I've got an adjective that just fits you.
If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.
Just trying to get a visual of you on the beach in Spain ...
How's that working out for you?
Pretty spiffy.
Spiffy? Did you just say spiffy?
I typed it actually. You got something against spiffy?
Soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw
I'm very soft, you know!
Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
A pretty little minnow ... cool as rain, blue as heaven ...
Stay crunchy, even in milk.
I am like a child who blows up a bubble of soap. At first the bubble is very small, but it is already spherical. Then the child blows the bubble up very softly, until he is afraid that it will burst.
voluptuous sluggard,
My grandfather always says is "too dry" even if it's soup.
Thou lump of foul deformity!
Cold, like swallowed tears.
She laughed. 'You seem pretty normal.'
'You've never seen Ben snort Sprite up his nose and then spit it out of his mouth,' I said.
'I look like a demented carbonated fountain,' he deadpanned.
Incredibly fond.
I'm light and airy.
with a face like a fish pressed to glass; eyes so large they appear distorted. "Is
Round still, but that's fine.
Feeling good outside and in.
Maybe I'm not thin,
but skinny isn't perfect.
The perfect size is happy.
Darling, you know how I like the sight of a stiff one.
In the immortal words of Mr. Burns ... eeeeexcellent.
Not fat, just not anorexic. She's soft in all the right places.
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
John Kerry is a sphincter. Okay, that's a bit juvenile.
in mushy, wet oatmeal. "Are
Is it just me, or is spooge the single least attractive synonym for dickglue?
Damn it, I can understand a fellow being hard up but what I can't understand is a fellow sponging. Couldn't he have some spark of manhood about him?
Oh, jeez. Is that a spleen?" "I think that's a spleen, yes.
I shall call him Tufty.
Something's nibbling my spleen!
SPOM: Superficial, pretentious, and obnoxiously materialistic.
Catfish has a nice firm texture and mild flavor.
His skin was pocked and ruddy, his nose large and misshapen, red and veined as though he'd snorted, and retained, Burgundy.
He was aloe vera, rough and prickly on the outside, but the inside held all the gooey goodness.
I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold.
I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable
but I always was so, only I never knew it!
I've spent years studying all sorts of creatures. Do you know what I've noticed? The ones that build themselves the toughest, strongest shells for protection...inside, they're nothing but squish.
Squish?
Goo. Jelly. Squish.
So exquisitely slopped that he didn't know if he was on land or at sea.
soft. Her hand was so soft, like cat fur, like bird feathers, like...everything soft he could think of. Her thumb caressing the corner of his mouth and her lips when they first touched his were tentative.
Fluid and energetic and wild very, very smart and very, very funny.
Yeah, you're a juicy little marshmallow, all right.
How very wet this water is.
Oh," I said. I felt like I'd just swallowed a boot: sick and lumpy. "Are you okay?" the blond kid asked me. "You look like you just swallowed a boot.
Otulissa swelled up to twice her normal size. 'Well, SPRINK ON YOUR SPRONK!
Skinny as a fence post.
I hate the word 'moist.'
But, soft! methinks I do digress too much,
it was a delusive pie, the crust being like a disappointing head, phrenologically speaking: full of lumps and bumps, with nothing particular underneath.
My little cup brims with tiddles.
Neal fished around in a bag, removed something and handed it to me. It was a forky thing, but with a round depression. "What the fuck is this?" "It's a spork.
Beautiful, luscious and flowing. Atop the governor's head.
It's called Seflish, which is fitting
You'd eat a plate, and call it pleasantly crunchy.
Once you start parsing a face, it's a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots.
Cloudiness what is cloudiness, is it a lining, is it a roll, is it melting.
cheery as a cherrio
I am shrunken and shriveled inside, a rotten chestnut hidden beneath a deceptively smooth shell
Arty. To me the word's got as much venom associated with it as 'wacky'.
Bubbly is bogus.
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
Squamous. He did not need to look it up. He knew. They
I feel like I'm a big human snot.
He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
I'm a mixture of untidy and anal.
Life ... is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.
Hey soda girl. You're flat.
It's a sponge and I'm a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don't just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I'm part of a wall.
Prickly
When I'm feeling
porcupine-y,
I get nasty,
I get whiny.
Stay away or
I might stick you.
My sharp words are
quills to prick you.
I really wanted to go chunky-dunking tonight." Chunky-dunking is what Bella and her friends called skinny-dipping.
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes - like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
- little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.
My idea of the perfect bottom would be nice, bubbly, curvy, firm, maybe a little bit bouncy.
Placid, adj.
Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
Frumious. Anything that inspires its own adjective is a force to be feared.
so full of shapes is fancy
She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside
Dried out and curled up in a ball, me, I am like tea. Waiting to be immersed. Willing to unfold. Wanting to unfurl. Wailing silently to be exposed. Whimpering till that day. It seems I'm wilting and withering away.
She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.
Washed-out like last year's swimsuit.
As lyke as one pease is to another.
I'm as thick as a plank.
Pustular berk with the charisma of a plimsole
I was like a packet of powdered Sea Monkeys and they were like water.
Float like a corpse sting like a lemon.
Perhaps you have a lumpy ass because you are perserving your fat cells with diet soda
He is a gross man-mountain balanced on strangely tiny feet. Not fat, vast.
Eschew all those beastly adjectives ...
Is a frog's ass watertight?
Blowed if I ain't all in a muck sweat,' said the Giant, puffing like the largest railway engine. 'Comes of being out of condition. I suppose neither of you young Ladies has such a thing as a pocket-hankerchee about you?
Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
I like the way the word feels against my mouth - soft, unassuming, even soothing.
She fit
against him like a teaspoon inside a tablespoon, curves angling
together in all the right places to lock them into place with a nearly
audible click of perfection
Some people think I look like a sweet potato, I consider myself a spud with a heart of gold.
In a moment of pure frustration today, I came to the conclusion that there is no angry way to say 'bubbles'...