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Aye, aye, it must be so. I've oversailed him. How, got the start? Aye, he's chasing ME now; not I, HIM
that's bad
Legacy Damian Green
down - figured he'd spend the
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Shortly after his launch into eternity, Bonepenney's room at the inn is rifled by a maiden fair whose name I dare not utter aloud but who now sits demurely before me ...
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith."
"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
A driver had been sent to meet us. He was gray-haired, short, and nimble and introduced himself. I am Patrick and so is every fourth man in Ireland, and the ones in between are named Sean or Mick or Finn, and I'll be driving you.
Do ya, now?
Jaxson Ryan
If you are only an underling, don't dress too fine.
Titus Bramble: The only explanation for his existence in the Premiership is that he is already here.
Ulick Norman Owen - Una Nancy Owen - each time, that is to say, U. N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch of fancy, UNKNOWN!
Solution: Winchester.
King Offa's dyke,
Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way.
After all: I had been practicing lifting up Owen Meany - forever. The
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
Julian of Norwich,
Amarillio, just turn to the left and 500 yards down
Undertaker, if that is your real name ...
Carter-headed chicken.
Being an underdog is my lucky charm
Chris Eagles flew in on Shaun Wright-Phillips, so hard he almost broke the hyphen.
shopping trolleys
I never ride horseback now because my sympathy with the under-dog is too keen. After we have a gone a few blocks, I always dismount and say to the horse: 'We'll walk it together, old dear.
pavement artist - you
If you were in the Brondby dressing room right now, which of the Liverpool players would you be looking at?
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
Here." Sam came over, stripped down to his boxers. "Hunch forward and put your head down."
Robin looked at him. "My safe word is monkey.
Perry Johansson.
Hoke Moseley is a magnificently battered hero. Willeford brings him to us lean and hard and brand-new.
Back when I was younger,
Very ambitious, but often blinded by my hunger.
Some say I dream too big,
And my dream gon' take me under.
There's ten thousand wyes a hen can get into a gairden, but only the wan wye she can get oot, and it's gey ill for her to find it.
Hee that falles into the durt, the longer he stayes there, the fowler he is.
Pete and Repeat are in a boat, Pete jumps out who's left in the boat?
Who the shit is Otis?
Who are you? No really. Way, way down deep. Who are you?Deep-- Doug Dillon
I was trying to land an 18-year-old strapping first baseman from Blanco, Texas, population 200. His name was Willie Upshaw. It turned out there were only three scouts who knew about Willie - Dave Yocum and I working for the Yankees, and Al LaMacchia from the Atlanta Braves.
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
You know Alou's name spelled backwards is Uola? That sounds like a first name, Uola.
sausages. Behind
Grayson Dashwood.
Those two words had just ruined what was turning into a good morning.
Your name's now Limp. Aye, not very imaginative, but it's like this. If you can't hear Hood laughing, well, I can.
Donald - ruler Donovan
Set a beggar on horse backe, they saie, and hee will neuer alight.
Got one," P.J. called. "Motherfucker is ball-less and singing soprano."
"Jesus, that woman is vicious," Joe muttered.
"That's our girl," Renshaw called back smugly.
If this bloke's a Test match bowler, then my backside is a fire engine
- Ay! Thornton o' Marlborough Mill, as we call him.
- He is one of the masters you are striving with, is he not? what sort of master is he?
- Did yo' ever see a bulldog? Set a bulldog on hindlegs, and dress him up in coat and breeches, and yo'n just getten John Thornton.
Your name is Sanchez, what are you doing playing for Northern Ireland?
Who can give a man this, his own name?
against Cameron's
Upward and Onward
John-who-wasn't-gonna-get-none-- J.r. Ward
Remember the people in the back streets of Derby.
Palmer looked back to see de Lacy still rolling across the muddy road from his fall, the destrier spinning and snorting from its refusal. 'So you've got me, de Lacy?' He faced forward again with another kick for greater speed. And a low-hanging branch slammed him from the saddle.
What is his name?-- Jane Austen
Callum has turned down the
In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.
Play-ground, his
Opposite Lennart and Maud lives Alf. He drives a taxi and always wears a leather jacket under a layer of irascibility.
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!
away from Clive.
on the outskirts of Johnson
Percy, who was looking immensely
Connor picked up the
The white Aylesbury duck is, and deservedly, a universal favourite. Its snowy plumage and comfortable comportment make it a credit to the poultry-yard, while its broad and deep breast, and its ample back, convey the assurance that your satisfaction will not cease at its death.
Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck
Lessee ... he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with "er." Drunker. that was it.
In his youth Michael Owen was literally a greyhound.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Unfortunately, at this moment in time, Robbie Keane can't hit a barn door for us.
Mr. Bentley - He builds fast trucks.
Arden Banks The Timer
What's his name?
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
The sort of lad I am looking for is a kid who will nutmeg Kevin Keegan in training, then step aside him in the corridor
Cow - Tanith Low
The lazy ox wishes for horse-trappings, and the steed wishes to plough.
[Lat., Optat ephippia bos piger, optat arare caballus.]
Nicky, the van's on fire!'
'Fuck the van, Willy! We got ourselves a prodigy child!
Just because I'm undersized and under-this and under-that, I've still been a good football player since I was little.
Rob Anybody clearly noticed this, because he turned to his brother and said, "Ye will bring tae mind, brother o' mine, that there was times when ye should stick your head up a duck's bottom rather than talk?" Daft Wullie looked down at his feet. "Sorry, Rob. I couldna find a duck just noo.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
does my Anerew's hert guid to hae a crack wi' ane 'at kens something o' what the Maister wad be at. Mony ane 'll ca' him Lord, but feow 'ill tak the trible to ken what he wad hae o' them.
Peter Crouch, the Marmite of football.
Parking space - 44 Eaton ... ? He flicked it quickly back
NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND
We will call him Anthony Alexander Barrington. After my father and brother. We'll call him Alexander.
When it comes to saving England, Maggy is Ball's Deep
One mistake I will never regret for the rest of my life, it is Ashton Henley.
If you'd spent your life being called "Gyles Brandreth", you would crawl across broken glass to achieve the bliss, the simplicity, the purity, the joy of simply being called "Bob".
truck. He backed
David Nugent tore up the Championship but he's gone to Portsmouth and he's a fish up a tree
thereafter, the selfsame
Who was the mad bastard who taught you to drive?' he asked, holding on tight as they swerved in and out between cars on the three-lane motorway leading to Ekeberg tunnel. 'Self-taught,' Beate said.
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Oh Jesus, Digger on a horse," Kelly said. "He kept threatening to make his horse into stew."
"He named his horse Stu," Nick added.
That Reyes Farrow boy.
What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.
the basement. Katz
vice-chancellor's