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Tallie looked for something to throw, but considering the fact that she threw like a girl, she dumped that plan in lieu of grabbing her new iron and swinging it like a bowling ball between the bad man's legs, where it connected with a nauseating _thunk_.
Lean forward a little, my lord," Toot said instantly, and shouted, "Hey, Kernal Purpleweed! Come watch the Za Winter Lord Knight's back!"
I fought not to smile. "No, that's a metaphor," I said.
Toot frowned and scratched his head. "I don't know what it's for.
Swedes up in Dakota - know what they do sometimes? Put pepper on the floor. Gits up the ladies' skirts an' makes 'em purty lively - lively as a filly in season. Swedes do that sometimes." In
I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass
Fish fiddle de-dee!
I shall call him Tufty.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
No Finn, ya ding-dong!
-Princess Bubblegum
beaver drools in my underwear.
Hi tooti-pie. Everything under control?
doodle, v.: I have more fun when it's freedom
Yowpee! I pulls my brandin' irons an' comes out a-bitin' the dust - a reg'lar Hoopalong Cassowary!
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.
Hi Wankershim! Are you going to doodie? WHOAAAA!
She started naming the fish. 'Loppy, Troppy, Hoppy, Soppy, Boppy, Floppy, Moppy and Roppy.
Warlock D. J. Prod of Didsbury says:
My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak!
Thank you, Kwikspell!
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
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."
Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty.
All the songs I have written for the mice go oompah oompah. But the white mice will only play toodle oodle
What's your name, pictsie?' 'Awf'ly Wee Billy Bigchin Mac Feegle, mistress.' 'You're very small, aren't you?' 'Only for my height, mistress.
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Zip zop wop boopity bop.
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
Don't be a goose!
We came, we saw, we bedazzled! You know, and it's hard to be serious and thoughtful when you're dressed like a Skittle.
Sedgewhisker appeared farther down. We need to get out
thou treacherous coal-souled wank-weasel!
Would you say my head was like a pumpkin, Wooster?' 'Not a bit, old man.' 'Not like a pumpkin?' 'No, not like a pumpkin. A touch of the dome of St Paul's, perhaps.
Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.
There's no earthly use in bein too-ga-tha if it don't put some joy in yo life.
Bonkie bit Garp!"
Garp bit Bonkie
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
To-day I bake, to-morrow brew, The next I'll have the young Queen's child. Ha! glad am I that no one knew That Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.
Well, fab-dabby-dozy to that!
Well fiddle dee dee!
We're gaily yet, we're gaily yet,
And we're not very fow, but we're gaily yet;
Then set ye awhile, and tipple a bit,
For we's not very fow, but we're gaily yet.
Thou art too damned jolly. Sail on.
Oh, sweety-weety-pudding-and-pie, you are in so much trouble
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares ...
I'm a cotton-headed ninny muggins.
That's how I got my name, you know. The Bonny scot, see?
Faeries like pizza?" I asked.
"Oh, Harry," Toot said breathlessly. "Haven't you ever had pizza before?"
"Of course I have," I said.
Toot looked wounded. "And you didn't share?
Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap ... Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy ... Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot ...
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
The pig says oink.
Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.
Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time. It ends like this: Poo-tee-weet?
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, from a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petits fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.
No better than Bellyfluff, Sillystuff, or Starchyruff;
titillate an ocelot?' Answer: 'Oscillate its tit a lot.
The wren goes to't
Honey, I forgot to duck
He was like Goldilocks, but his porridge was boobs.
Tobak Davenport, who is a cross between some Sugar Puffs and Lynn Faulds-Wood, was squatting there before being removed by the local constabulary after he went round to complain about Luther Blisset's pet turkey fouling the communal herb garden.
A little Toffee Crunch,
Snowball?"
It's white."
Meow."
It's so girly."
This from a guy who named his poodle Princess."
his laughter died. "How do you know about Princess?"
Your sister told me.
Pinkie swear?" Piper asked quietly, holding her tiny pinky finger in the air.
"How about we change it to Twinkie swear?
He looked at me like Lillian Gish coming out of a swoon.
"Is this Bertie Wooster talking?" he said, pained.
"Yes, it jolly well is!"
"Bertie, old man," said Bingo, patting me gently here and there, "reflect! We were at school - "
"Oh, all right!
New nursery rhymes for new times. HIckory dickery dock my daddy's nuts from shelshock. Humpty dumpty thought he was wise till gas came along and hurned out his eyes. A dillar a dollar a ten o-clock schollar blow off his legs and then watch him holler ...
Jiggery pokery!" said Harry in a fierce voice. "Hocus pocus - squiggly wiggly - "
"MUUUUUUM!" howled Dudley, "He's doing you know what!
Expect to be woken up bright and early, then."
"Oh, goody. Cock-a-doodle-doo.
of the afternoon Mr. Fitz-Wattle----
Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!
If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle
Nothing good is easy."
"Not true," Ludy said. "Sleep. TV. Jell-O Instant Pudding."
"I don't want to go out with Jell-O Instant Pudding," Georgie said.
"I would marry Jell-O Instant Pudding.
Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!
Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!
Tiddlywinks, tiddlywinks, I want to play tiddlywinks, chanted Ramona, shaking her head back and forth.
Me and Frosted went to get a drink.
But she ordered somethin' bugged, and I ain't know what to think.
She ordered potassium, calcium,
Carbohydrate, scotch with sodium.
She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch ...
I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my mouth.
That's right," said Eeyore. "Sing. Umty-tiddly, umty-too. Here we go gathering Nuts and May. Enjoy yourself."
"I am," said Pooh.
Her shoes squished with the movement and, as she peered uncomprehendingly down at them, a tadpole emerged from the leg of her jeans and flopped about on the ground.
"Eew!" She pointed a shaking finger at it. "A tadpole. I had a tadpole in my pants!"
"Lucky tadpole," he murmured.
Don't add an eezy to my name, 'cause it has never been that'
I didn't bounce, I coughed," said Tigger crossly.
"Bouncy or coffy, it's all the same at the bottom of the river.
Don't be a luddy-duddy! Don't be a mooncalf! Don't be a jabbernowl! You're not those, are you?
Use the word 'ya'll' and before you knew it, you'd find yourself in a haystack french-kissing an underage goat
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
I'm like Sleeping Beauty drawn to the spindle I know I shouldn't touch.
Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Rab: Like a wee chip, Burney son?
Burney: Stick your chips up your arse!
Mary: Heeey, hey, hey, hey - manners.
Burney: Please.
Skittles: the fun,colorful candy to eat, but even funner to throw at old people.
=]
(yes I know funner isn't a word)
Otchky-potchky, itchky-pitch,
Pay attention to this witch.
A donkey takes you to a knight
Him you conquer in a fight.
Then you wed a princess who
Is even uglier than you.
Ha ha ha and cockadoodle,
The magic words are 'Apple Strudel
Morning to ye! Morning to ye!
Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost.
"Um," Percy said, "should I wear my bed sheets?
I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
The North Country is purple, and it's the Country of the Gillikins. The East Country is blue, and that's the Country of the Munchkins. Down at the South is the red Country of the Quadlings, and here, in the West, the yellow Country of the Winkies.
Down in Louisiana we call that Boogie Woogie!
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.
I was always a bit arty-farty as a boy. 'Come on, Mr. Arty-Farty,' my sister used to say to me.
Have a biscuit, Potter.
Geep,' whuppled the parrot.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
I am Calumny Spinks.
Between me and the satin blue sky hangs the hempen noose.
It has swung there in the faintest of breezes, waiting for me, all my life.
I've swallowed a pollywog. It wriggleth in my tummy. I shall die - Emerson
Quick: noise made by a dyslexic duck