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Dominic Chocolate!!!
Teflon Panty Club
If I can't have too many truffles, I'll do without truffles.
Freedom and Whisky gang tegither.
Too many stories. Not enough Tim.
Belinsky: 'Who is this Moloch that eats his children?'
Herzen: 'It's the Ginger Cat.
Tedros in the Sky with Chocolate
That sounds like bulshytt!
Ray, I've run my last run of moonshine, I'm not gonna do it anymore, I'm just getting too old to be doing this stuff.
Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called.
The troblemakers in Hungary are the Jews ... they demoralize our country and they are the leaders of the revolutionary gang that is torturing Hungary.
That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.
Semmelweis reflex. They
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
The thick plottens.
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
I knew this girl named Tropicana,
She's always juicin'.
Producing cash for a sexual task.
She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat ...
You ain't paid? Then your grade is incomplete.
Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Westside Hochdeutsch mafia, biggest of the big, construction, savings and loans, untaxed billions stashed under an Alp someplace, technically Jewish but wants to be a Nazi, becomes exercised often to the point of violence at those who forget to spell his name with two n's. What's he to you?
Mama Ganache chocolate
Purplish brown? Let's agree it / is a color so bad we all flee it / it has no good use / so let's name it Puce / from the sound we make when we see it.
Ah, furchte fruchte, timid Danaides! Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we! A pair of sycopanties with amygdaleine eyes, one old obster lumpky pumpkin and three meddlars on their slies.
Uncle Monty tell
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Gilly Gilleshpee
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
Grundy HATE Nazis! Grundy hate EVERYONE!
cream of banana soup
he's braw and pulchritudinous,
The Mayor of Murslaugh was a jolly, ebullient man of the sort who, in a well-ordered world, would be called Fezziwig. That his name was Brown was a powerful indictment on the sorry state of things.
I'm a troglodyte. I think that's the word for it. Like an old school weird person who throws bricks at their computers.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
When the going gets tough, the tuff get going.
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
Trevisan is one of the few Paso Robles producers to recognize the potential of the region's old-vine Zinfandel, which he blends with Syrah and Mourvedre and labels with fanciful names such as Problem Child, the Outsider and Cherry Red.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
There in the midst of German life is an alien and isolated race of men. Loud and self-conscious in their dress, hot-blooded and restless in their manner. An Asiatic horde on the sandy plains of Prussia. Forming among themselves a close corporation, rigorously shut off from the rest of the world.
Belgian stranger - all
Reading Alan Zweibel makes me laugh out loud. And yet it is not a particularly funny name.
VW used to mean FAHRVERGNUGEN and now it's FARFROMUNION!
Birgit Von Schondorf
Tharn. It was a good word for a bad state of mind.
Wainwright's Fruit Emporium. Mr Wainwright is not able to take calls at this time since he is not right in the head and thinks he is a cucumber. Thank you for calling.
I think Robitussin is way underrated.
When Frieda, Trude, Lucy, and I walked to work, the German children hooted at us: "Jewish swine!" In town, the shopkeepers would not even sell us a beer. I wrote to Mama that Osterburg was a friendly town.
BOSS: We need something gross that also communicates easy-to-use. EMPLOYEE: Cheez Whiz? BOSS: Brilliant. Cheez Whiz it is. Now get back to working on names for that jar of fluffy marshmallow insides.
It teekles nozzing like Jock Torrance would like to teekle you, madame.
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a 300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.
Mr. Tracy Tupman - the too susceptible Tupman, who to the wisdom and experience of maturer years superadded the enthusiasm and ardour of a boy in the most interesting and pardonable of human weaknesses - love.
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
By now, all three Brannick women - all four, if you counted Mom - were staring at me. Man, what had that piney-tasting stuff been? The Brannick version of Red Bull?
Tell me bout this caveman with the clam moustache been barkin speeches all over Germany.
Leslie Titmuss bothered me. His name, it made me want to sneeze. I also thought I recognized it. I typed it into my laptop, a procedure that had lately held far too much suspense for me. Among the top results the search returned was a page from GoodReads, a literary website.
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks.
That questionable superfluity small beer.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
little red bird. Don't go.
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
What's in that pipe that he's smoking?
Tina Blackstone,
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.
happy hunting-grounds
Hefeweizen. Never drink something you can't spill.
Oh, Alexia. I do not mean to be forward, but I really must venture: I simply loathe Mr. Tunstell.
Yer timin stinks, he says.
The humour of Dostoievsky is the humour of a barloafer who ties a kettle to a dog's tail.
No enemy bomber can reach the Ruhr. If one reaches the Ruhr, my name is not Goering. You may call me Meyer.
NOTPOHL
Endtegt vohn
PU
PU had in
gefuhnden
Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits.
Riley and the cheeseburger of pain
titillate an ocelot?' Answer: 'Oscillate its tit a lot.
Before he met Finkler, Treslove had never met a Jew. Not knowingly at least. He supposed a Jew would be like the word Jew - small and dark and beetling. A secret person. But Finkler was almost orange in colour and spilled out of his clothes.
Bundesbahnangestelltenwitwe (a widow of a federal railway employee),
Thomas Gray walks as if he had fouled his small- clothes and looks as if he smelt it.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
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.
Delicious Pumpkin Loaf
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
God bless me, the man seems hardly human! Something troglodytic, shall we say?
No one in my circle calls me 'Travis.' Even my family, at a young age started calling me 'Travie.' So I want people to feel comfortable calling me 'Travie.' It's almost like inviting people in.
Tucker, you tell that girl when I offer to have a brandy with a Yankee, that Yankee better drink.
Hey, Grayskin," the one known as Parker called from across the bar. "You best watch yer step. Some folk don't take kindly to mechanoid freaks." We only like God-fearin', true-blood humans 'round these parts, the silent voice of so many rang in my head.
A brown composition, which looked like diluted pincushions without the covers, and was called porridge.
I was looking for a name with an old English sound, very easy to pronounce in every language and easy to remember. At the beginning I used J. P. Tod's, but then in 1999 it was shortened since too many people were asking who was Mr. J. P. Tod's.
Stefan G. Bucher is a man possessed.
What's a miffin?"
"Trippy muffin.
So laugh, lads, and quaff, lads, twill make you stout and hale; through all my days, I'll sing the praise of brown October ale.
We always trotted everywhere at Camp Arthur Currie. I never did find out who Currie was, but he must have been a trackman.
gin daisy, which
Out, Himmler! Out of my sight! Go and visit your club-footed daughter! Bring her sauerkraut! Sauerkraut and heroin, Thorndike! She will love it! She will - !
What are those?" Nico called.
One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.
Bode Gazzer was five feet six and had never forgiven his parents for it. He wore three-inch snakeskin shitkickers and walked with a swagger that suggested not brawn so much as hemorrhoidal tribulation.
Don't pe in te urry - don't. Will you pe take de odder pottle, or ave you pe got zober yet and come to your zenzes?
There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, 'If you can't thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.