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But it's no ordinary apple tart. It's the apple tart of hope. After you've taken a bite, the whole world will look almost completely different. Things will start to change and by the time you've had a whole slice you'll realise everything is going to be okay.
When I'm in power, here's how I'm gonna put the country back on its feet. I'm going to put sterilizing agents in the following products: Sunny Delight, Mountain Dew, and Thick-Crust Pizza. Only the 'tardiest of the 'tards like the thick crust.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
I pulled out Riptide.
a bag of wet farts. But
What's that sticky stuff called?
Basta: Duct tape.
Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.
The poison dart hidden in the raisin tart. ...
What makes 'good tape'? That is the question that has consumed my life for the past 20 years, and I have an answer for you
Scottish-Americans tell you that if you want to identify tartans, it's easy - you simply look under the kilt, and if it's a quarter-pounder, you know it's a McDonald's.
Don't uncork what you can't contain
What got you into trouble?" says the baldhead to t'other chap.
"Well, I'd been selling an article to take the tartar off the teeth - and it does take it off, too, and generly the enamel along with it -
Shut up or i'll kill you by Achmed the dead tarries.
Under the volcano! It was not for nothing the ancients had placed Tartarus under Mt. Aetna, nor within it, the monster Typhoeus, with his hundred heads and - relatively - fearful eyes and voices.
It was the literary equivalent of a brown paper bag.
suburban-cocooned ass
It was darker than a pitch-black panther, covered in tar, eating black licorice at the very bottom of the deepest part of the Black Sea.
My DVD cellophane was put on by a psychiatrist. It was shrink-wrapped.
Sacars can come in handy
Gold wrapped old crap.
The box opens and the razors slide out, whisper sweet.
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.
Bitumen, the new national staple, is redefining the character and destiny of Canada. Rapid development of the tar sands has created a foreign policy that favours the export of bitumen to the United States and lax immigration standards that champion the import of global bitumen workers.
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
Your people will be torn from the land for this, Tartar. Your gers will burn and your herds will be scattered.
Shite and onions!
Backup backpacks.
Of jackets that had their sleeves threaded onto two poles cut from an ash tree
What's an archive, son? Is that anything like a closet?
a heavy, hooded wool
The Federal Department of Odds and Ends: sweepus underum carpetae.
ludic: cigarette
Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise
The tarps Ken Weinrich's crew used has yellow and royal blue stripes, not unlike those for a circus, and this had lent a festive yet undignified mood to the proceedings.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
The tide tarrieth no man.
Tiramisu for desert.
rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.
Eat dirt evil doer!
Triump is just a little umph added to try.
Big F took out a small box, unwrapped
It was paper, as he had once joked to Amos, that he was really queer for.
Extracting oil from the tar sands is a nasty, polluting, energy-intensive business.
rashers of bacon.
Then [the dinosaurs] sang me a song called, "Don't Go Down to the Tar Pits, Dear, Because I'm Getting Stuck on You.
I am Nemesis, meting out just deserts
Harper's face was buried in Mr. Truffle's fur and with each inhalation she smelled the last nine months of his secret cat life: must, dust, grave dirt, basements and tall grass, beach and drainpipe, Dumpster and dandelions. The
CALL ME PATCH. NO REALLY, CALL ME
row of stitches.
The skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.
George paused just beyond the sawhorses at the edge of a deep ravine that had been cut through the tar surface of Witcham Street. This
A sleeping bag is a tortilla for a human.
with my nicely butter-laminated dough. It was, as expected, perfect. I marveled again at the way someone as strong as Tarry could so carefully
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
The universe is permeated with the odor of turpentine!
COSY. Annabeth never thought she would describe anything in Tartarus that way, but, despite the fact that the giant's hut was as big as a planetarium and constructed of bones, mud and drakon skin, it definitely felt cosy
There'll be a special place in hell for the tape back-up people.
Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.
traditional British tea.
I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath.
Why on earth declutter when you can just shrinkwrap?
Tex shrink-wrapped a dealer's BMW. Wrapped the whole
thing in plastic wrap and then used a portable blow drier on it
to tighten the plastic. Word
has it, it was several layers deep.
Cranberry Catsup
You don't dig me, I don't understand what it is, I had my car reupholstered.
Humanity's gift to the universe. Duct Tape.
Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts.
The chemistry of dissatisfaction is as the chemistry of some marvelously potent tar. In it are the building stones of explosives, stimulants, poisons, opiates, perfumes and stenches.
(a specially oily old gentleman in a blanket, with a swan's-down tippet for a beard, and a web of cracks all over him like rich pie-crust),
Whack 'em, stack 'em and pack 'em.
Greatest stuff in the world. Superman's duct tape.
You're a bum-rag covered in clart!
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
You can pull a goat off into the field, but a memory you can only haul into the sun and hope it desiccates. Dries to something crumbled and odorless.
You know what I love best about baseball? The pine tar, the resin, the grass, the dirt - and that's just in the hot-dogs.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Popcorn-can cover / screwed to the wall / over a hole / so the cold / can't mouse in.
You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.
Ripper was my rainstorm, my skin-drenching frenzy, where you couldn't tell right from left, where all you could feel was the phenomenon exploding throughout your body, feverishly burning through you even as it pleasurably cooled.
The crap and the trash of the world. Post-consumer human butt wipe that no one would ever go to the trouble to recycle.
All these scars. The road map of my life. My armor.
Believe me, Athelstan, you can wrap a dog's turd in a cloth of gold but it remains a dog's turd.
The tea-bag is a vile invention suggestive to my perhaps overly squeamish eye of something a careless person might leave behind unflushed in the lavatory.
Bags, and Double Bags!" - Zedd
Towards that small and ghostly hour, [Mr. Cruncher] rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature.
At home there tarries like a lurking snake,
Biding its time, a wrath unreconciled,
A wily watcher, passionate to slake,
In blood, resentment for a murdered child.
I'm covered with loser dust.
The file is a gzipped tar file. Your browser is playing tricks with you and trying to be smart.
Mouldy blanket? ALBUS
Great steaming elephant turds!
Endangered forests are being slaughtered for toilet paper.
R-o-l-a-i-d-s: How do you spell relief? [10w]
J-a-c-k-i-n-go-f-f.
The onion is the truffle of the poor.
Demolition derby
Duck tape works wonders
You have five minutes or I decorate the tarmac with my brains.
Steeped like a teabag in aristocratic pretensions ...
He unrolls names like a splendid carpet.
Dust billowed around us, creeping under our loose-tied handkerchiefs and into our noses and mouths. It was fine and silty, red as ochre or the brush-tailed fox,
Taro will continue to exist as an independent company.
dung. Spot wouldn't even put his nose inside the
Double crap on a cracker the size of my butt