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I thawt I thaw a putty tat." "I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. "Now, then, luv, let's get down to business
U r a ' Be Eye Tea See Hutch'!!!.
I hate that word, by the way. Retarded. I
You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti
But I won't touch it until I know whose booty
I hate the word "deft.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
This sucks the hind teat.
You're contumacious.
You're a bum-rag covered in clart!
He must have some Tartar in him, don't you think?" "I have no idea," Kate said. "Or is it 'Tatar.
You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.
I got some tartar-control toothpaste a while back. I've still got tartar, but it's under control.
Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.
You're sending my mind to unwelcome places, Taro.
Good. It can keep mine company.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
What kind of tartan is this?" he said as he felt the fabric. "McCloud," Betty told him. "Welcome to the clan, son." Excellent, thought Lake. There would be no getting rid of her now.
Sweets and Tarts: The Most Wonderous Bakery in All of Hearts
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, everybody loves them. But I thought this was interesting on the box, 'Konsult Kardiologist.
Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at.
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a hot summer's day. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts. The mad Queen said, "Off with his head! Off with his head! Off with his head!" Well ... that's too bad ... no more heads to cut.
One more toot
just one single, solitary suggestion of the faintest shadow or suspicion of anything remotely approaching a toot
and may the Lord have mercy on your soul.
It was a sh*t sandwich.
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.
Just remember: when your nerd talks to someone about "man tar", it has nothing to do with the stickiness on your sheets.
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise
Tell me what you eat, and I shall tell you what you are.
I sweet potato what I sweet potato.
The tide tarrieth no man.
Me Tarz-tosterone; You Estro-Jane
I mean, I'm certainly not a 'teaophyte,' or whatever the word would be.
You are a saucy little thing aren't you?
a bag of wet farts. But
Ana is convinced she can bake anything."
"I can. I'm going to make tarts and you're going to like them."
Stef grinned. "If you need help putting out fires, I'm next door.
It is easy to tell tourists from tarpon. Tarpon have a narrow, bony plate inside the mouth of their lower jaw. Tourists have both upper and lower plates.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.
CHAPTER L MR. TOOTS'S COMPLAINT
A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.
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?
I'm crepuscular.
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
It ain't easy being cheesy!
I prefer the term 'resourceful twit.' - Kara
Imagine my not letting him sink, as I was his fag!' said Mr. Tartar.
Whatever they've done to me, Tarver, whatever I am
I love you. Don't forget that.
I'm a...an otaku faery.
Wow. Being responsible sure takes it out of you. This calls for a Pop-Tart.
Truth is tarter than taradiddles; and nothing is tarter, terser, than truth on the track of tired trash in a trance.
What a night, I'm telling you. Odious. Odious with cherries on top.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
Tart words make no friends; a spoonful of honey will catch more flies than a gallon of vinegar.
It had a sort of mixed flavor of cherry-tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, toffy and hot buttered toast
you curdled clot of whores piss
I believe that if ever I had to practice cannibalism, I might manage if there were enough tarragon around.
A very scurvy fellow.
I shall call him Tufty.
You should see Nina's clan tartan," she said, pouring herself more tea. "It's white with orange, green, and royal blue. Horrendous."
"We took to calling any obnoxious pattern Clan MacGarish," I said.
"Or MacHideous," added Laurence.
"MacUgly," I continued.
"MacClash," he countered.
I'm just dandy, I got a bowl of chocolate pudding in my underpants
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
I'm a royal pain in the behind.
I don't give a fiddler's fart!
A crier of green sauce.
If you were a tree, what kind would you be?
Calm your tits, pussycat.
Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.
Uncle Monty tell
I can't cook to save my life but I can bake a flour-less chocolate-hazelnut tort with a spicy caramel sauce.
Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud.
"Yes, my little turnip?"
"Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again we shall have words.
I have made this one dish, a salted caramel chocolate ganache tart. It's so rich. You can only have a few bites!
I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.
I am a ginger tim. I am a boy racer. I am a housewife. I am a pain in the arse.
I've become saucy.Saucy-- Emma Bunton
Tybalt's what we call 'Cait Sidhe' - the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes."
"Meow," said Tybalt, deadpan.
traditional British tea.
I just got gang-egged, or egg-banged or something.
Sheriff Toots Burns.
I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut.
I'm a sweet eater. I love lemon pie and sweet potato pie.
abysmally beshitted.
Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.
Tarryton did so, but not before saying, "I wouldn't be surprised if Billington came up to scratch on this gel."
"Billington, Farnsworth, and a few others," Alex said with his most affable smile.
"Ashbourne?" Dunford's voice was colder than ice.
"Dunford?"
"Shut up.
Roll me in sugar and call me a fuckin jelly-doughnut!
Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds.
Tougher'n a boiled owl.
Sweet potato fries
You're a bastard," I said.
"Uhtred," he began, but could find nothing more to say.
"You're a piece of weasel-shit," I said, "you're an earsling."
"I'm a king," he said, trying to regain his dignity.
"So you're a royal piece of weasel-shit. An earsling on a throne.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
I'm trustworthy and true and a whole of other positive words that start with T.
Pretty as a pineapple," pronounced
Old Titme the clock-settter, that bald sexton,Time.
I think, sir,' said Demelza, 'that your apricot tart is about to be laced viz cream and rum, and you would do well to discover wezzer you can attempt zat.
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection,
Figures pedantical
these summer flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
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
Mr. Pettifor, I've brought you lunch, Sir." "Leave it on my desk," he grouses. "It's your favorite, Sir, a Reuben with au jus," I say softly.
I'm a cup of tea in a world of lattes
Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi," Bast said. "They're foul.
crapulent buffoon with the IQ of a tampon.
I'm a bagel on a plate full of onion rolls!
Ungrateful little twit." The egg-man scowls at me. "Looking a gift spider in the fangs. See if you're invited to tea again.