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coveralls to the
Then we slooshied.
perch on the wall
Every day i throw my leg over this steed,
I know this ride could be the last for me,
it's in my blood this need to be free,
some what different than your average breed.
Ride your horse calm, forward and then make him straight.
This move is called Qworegoys,
and the women of my grandmother's family taught it to their daughters just as they taught them to make thorn-bush fences to protect the hut from hyenas.
Gluppit the prawling strangles, there!
you pinned
my legs to
the ground
with your feet
and demanded
i stand up
You better ... buckle uh down and then tighten up to stop this passing game
I rope steers in team roping events. There's a header and a heeler on a roping team, and I'm the heeler.
The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high. - Mkgnao! - O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire. The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
for you to drive off the bridge, but not long enough
The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer.
[The lame goes as far as your staggerer.]
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
kneeling down in front of
Hello, sex on legs
It seems that they're playing with one leg tied together.
I believe that if you go on a date and get to strong>sstrong>econd bastrong>sstrong>e and then you go home alone and rub one out, that'strong>sstrong> like runstrong>sstrong> batted in.
You either ride with us, or collide with us.
How pleased I was to see I strick the Beast to the heart.
Stashia: I don't know what I'd do without you
Finn: You'd probably have a broken leg
Spooning leads to forking.
Your task is to stand straight; not to be held straight.
Daddy, What's the horizontal tango?
and transition from one to the other. Scrape
Ducking, weaving, bouncing away from the knockout blow which must inevitably come.
Over the top and under the bottom, I wedge myself in opposite directions to stay in the middle of everything.
when you lose your sails, row.
Stig: 'Of course, she'll sail rings around Wolfswind,'
Hal: 'Then why didn't you tell him that?'
Stig: 'I like my head where it is.
You keep a grip of my heels, Pole, and Scrubb would hold <>ong>onong> to yours. The we'll all be comfortable.
There is a place where cerebral an corporeal meet: they call it rowing
The fatal stoop. It's guaranteed to bring a man to his knees. (Kristen)
It sounds dangerous. What am I supposed to do, knock him over the head with something? (Serenity)
Just stand. Bend. Balance.
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.
[Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.]
Jumped In The Fo' Hit The Juice On Ma Ride
I Got Front Back, And Side To Side
Stab me if you can enjoy it - but not if it feels like a duty. Stab me vertically if I'm lying down and horizontally if I'm running
Sit loosely in the saddle.
His legs remembered the correct position for squatting down with toys. He played. He fit the round male studs into the round female grooves. He got some thinking done as he hunkered down on his fallen-sleep legs.
Lady Glossip: Mr. Wooster, how would you support a wife? Bertie Wooster: Well, I suppose it depends on who's wife it was, a little gentle pressure beneath the elbow while crossing a busy street usually fits the bill.
She straddles me, ass to my face, reverse cowgirl, tangled hair swinging. And son of a bitch, the woman can ride.
A miler's kick does the trick ... A miler's kick does the trick ...
Legs pinched together like bread loafs in a shared pan, linebackers in adjacent seats flying coach fare, chubby cats eating from a single dish.
Build a bridge by extending your hand.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
A horse which stops dead just before a jump and thus propels its rider into a graceful arc provides a splendid excuse for general merriment.
poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,
But what kind of race is it, when the racers never let go of each other's hands, and the winner pulls the loser laughing over the finish line?
And, my brothers, it was real satisfaction to me to waltz-left two three, right two three-and carve left cheeky and right cheeky, so that like two curtains of blood seemed to pour out at the same time, one on either side of his fat filthy oily snout in the winter starlight.
When I step into the ring with someone, this has got to be their vacation spot, but my home turf. So I go the opposite side seven rounds doing the same thing. Skipping, skipping, skipping. Then I go seven rounds going both ways. Skip to the left, skip to the right.
There's just one move a man needs to know in order to rock it on the dance floor."
"Yeah? What's the move?"
"STAG"
"What's stag?"
"The only one of Logan's crazy acronyms I live my life by-STAG. Stand there and grind.
Gatting at fine leg - that's a contradiction in terms.
Sever the edge between before and after.
tee that stretched taut against his powerful
Stay centered, do not overstretch. Extend from your center, return to your center.
Tut, man, don't sprawl there. Get up and put your shoulder to the wheel.
Whip and coachman and guard, however, in combination, had read
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
Trample the weak. Hurdle the dead.
I've thought of doing many things in my life, under the influence of life, and I've never actually thought of straddling two carriages while they're moving.
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
HOW DO YOU FIND THE RIGHT POSITION
TO LIE DOWN WITH PEOPLE
OR EVEN ANIMALS?
OFTEN ONE OF THE PARTNERS IS
SMOTHERED OR CONTORTED.
WHEN DONE PROPERLY, THOUGH,
EVERYONE IS HAPPY.
I like to skate on the other side of the ice.
Love well, whip well.
There is no difference 'twixt you and 'twixt me, save that one stands and one sits when we pee.
But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.
It'strong>sstrong> a balance. Like, we are strong>sstrong>hooting the big car chastrong>sstrong>e at the end and it'strong>sstrong> me with everybody. And I got my strong>sstrong>tunt coordinator who strong>sstrong>hot strong>sstrong>ome strong>sstrong>tuff and I'm like, you are right next to me, why don't we do it together.
Stoichkov's playing on the wing, in this situation he likes to come in and scalp the centre-half.
You wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all your might.
You can't ride two horses with one behind.
It occured to Starling how much Roden would benefit from an elbow smash in the hinge of his jaw.
There should be a left leg and a right leg. And I'll be in between
He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean ...
Pigeon she strut on the rooftop
Cockroach he strut on the sink
My baby strut down to Jerusalem
Where blood is the favorite drink
her back and intimately over her bottom,
Accustom yourself to master and overcome things of difficulty; for if you observe, the left hand for want of practice is insignificant, and not adapted to general business; yet it holds the bridle better than the right, from constant use.
He reached out, put his hands on her shoulders and pressed downwards. She fell into a seated position against a fallen tree.
"Sit," he said. "Stay."
"That's cute," she said. "Tell me to 'heel' and see what happens.
scat to rock steady
tersely. Then the line
Let the straight-limbed laugh at the club-footed, the white skinned at the blackamoor.
So with stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along,
Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one.
kissing up, kicking down." Although
A man does not show his greatness by being at one extremity, but rather by touching both at once.
What do you call a slap that's waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress
You are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank,
And straight is cold again.
Smack me if we ever get that awful."
"But I strong>sstrong>mack you strong>sstrong>o often," strong>sstrong>he strong>sstrong>aid, "how will you know that'strong>sstrong> what I'm strong>sstrong>macking you for?"
"We strong>sstrong>hall work out a strong>sstrong>macking code.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
Where the legs have gone the hind legs must follow
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.
SOWISA (strap on whenever it seems appropriate)
You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.
He curled histrong>sstrong> claw into a fistrong>sstrong>t. "I'd like to strong>sstrong>hove a strong>sstrong>take up that bastrong>sstrong>tard'strong>sstrong> astrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong>."
Adam'strong>sstrong> lip curled. "Remind me not to pistrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong> you off."
The demon raistrong>sstrong>ed histrong>sstrong> brow. "Trustrong>sstrong>t that strong>sstrong>hit, mancy.
Gliding down the bike path on a Saturday morning, you whip by somebody peddling in the opposite direction and give each other a nod. For a moment it's like Hey, we're both doing the same thing. Let's be friends for a second.
Valdez," said Coach Hedge with surprising gentleness. "Let me take the wheel. You've been steering for two hours."
"Two hours?"
"Yeah. Give me the wheel."
"Coach?"
"Yeah, kid?"
"I can't unclench my hands.
If the wind doesn't blow...row
I stroke it to the East, and I stroke it to the West, and I stroke it to the woman that I love best. I be strokin'.
The cowboys have a way of trussing up a steer or a pugnacious bronco which fixes the brute so that it can neither move nor think. This is the hog-tie, and it is what Euclid did to geometry.
Attraversiamo (meaning "Lets cross over" in Italian)
The trick to playing second fiddle is to play it like second Stradivarius.
Don't swap horses in crossing a stream.