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Smell you later.Smell-- Hank Moody
Scheide,'Noah said.
I decided to give the drink another shot. 'What does that mean?' I asked, then sipped.
'Vagina'
I almost choked, and covered my mouth with my hand.
Vagina Whisperer.
Me and Mike, ve vork in mine,
Holy shit, ve have good time.
Vunce a veek ve get our pay,
Holy shit, no vork next day.
The news just came in from the County of Keck That a very small bug by the name of Van Vleck Is yawning so wide you can look down his neck. This may not seem very important, I know, but it Is, so I'm bothering telling you so.
Tobacco is the enemy, disguised as a friend, and if you are to win the war you must get to know your enemy.
Van Holtz, you bastard! You're doing this on purp ... on ... oh! That feels very nice. Do that again.
Zart the Fart, you start. There
Bomb me, make me vaporise
I'm afraid my vagina does not understand tonight's mission.
The van stank of cabbage and cornered like a drunken elephant. It would do.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Varden's suppurating cuticles," said Seivarden. "Lieutenant,
There is, however, a strange, musty smell in the air that reminds me of something ... hmm ... yes ... I've got it ... there's a VMS nearby, or I'm a Blit.
Good thing that's not even an option, vagina. Stand down.
Sonofabitch answer me!" My voice bounced off the walls, made the whole room whirls around me. My blood pounded in my ears. Adreline poured through my blood, copper winding me tighter and tighter.
"YES!" he screamed back "yes. i am a fucking virgin, don't shoot me goddammit fucking please!
You disenchant me.
Spread this over Vanni's
The only thing I smoke is my competition
What does your vagina smell like?' ANSWER: 'My husband's face.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
Mashed potato is the gentile's chicken soup. It's nature's tranquilizer. I take it instead of valium.
Why the clay?" "That is also what I am," Vashet said. "Only that which bends can teach.
Velveeta: you can eat it - or wax your car with it!
A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.
Sir, it smells like bananna's...maybe you should get that looked at. Quiet down soldier....get your shit together and prepare for attack.
Vashet shook a finger and cuffed the young girl on the side of her head. It was the same scolding any child receives. Stay out of the neighbor's garden. Don't tease the Bentons' sheep. Don't play tag among the thousand spinning knives of your people's sacred tree.
Now that I've been thoroughly mind f--ked, I need a cigarette..
You don't spell it, son. You eat it.
I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever.
I've changed my mind, and when we're finished, Victoria, you won't remember your own name... let alone Viogets." ~ Max
By August 2008, we had left Voikovskaya and moved into a wooden dacha in the artists' colony of Sokol in north-west Moscow. The house was a haven amid the madness of the city: lily of the valley grew near our front gate, Virginia creeper decked the green picket fence.
Why do you want to put more smoke inside of you?
Breathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.
In her abhorrrence of a vacuum, Nature, for the furtherance of her favorite hobby, has often to resort to strange devices. If she could but understand that vacuity is sometimes better than superfluity!
You want the air
but not the words that come with it:
breathe at your peril.
The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.
Nothing serves life and soundness of body so well, nor is so necessary as the smoke of the royal plant, tobacco.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,
Admire the moments
Discuss the late events,
Correct our watches by the public clocks.
Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.
Makin' veterans run for medicine,
Cause I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
The machinery joining the vats was a nightmare jumble of pipes and flanges. Since you couldn't really hire a professional plumber to set up your deathtraps, some clever techie on Angus Caine's payroll must have done it himself with whatever parts he had on hand.
What are you doing, Poirot?"
"I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.
The very smell of tobacco is abominable, for one cannot get it out of the curtains, and there is little pleasure in existence unless the curtains are all right.
VC might as well have stood for Velveeta cheese, for all I knew.
I mean, he did say vagina, didn't he? And if he did, then how come it sounded so exciting? Vagina is pretty much the least exciting word in the world. It's something your doctor says to you shortly before he invades it with what looks like a weapon from our robotic future.
I'm proud of being a vaudevillian, the last of my line. A lot of people think my entertainment is candy-floss. Well, entertainment is too aggressive these days, all 'in your face'.
Close your mouth, E'lir Kvothe, or I will feel obliged to put some vile tonic in it.
The space smelled
Beulah, peel me a grape
Something Fane fully
I do not speak. I smoke. Throat tight, as if fingers are squeezing it.
Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?
Tobacco is the tomb of love.
I adore a vacuum ... a place to rest.
HARHARBLOODY HAR. Put that in your pipe hole and smoke it, society!
A vagina is an uneducated woman's diploma.
Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"
-Spader
An excellent choice to pair the scarpatine with the potato, Your Highness. They are better together than apart.
V, you know I love you like a brother, right?"
"Yeah."
"You feed her and I'll tear out your fucking throat out.
Loafe with me on the grass - loose the stop from your throat;
Not words, not music or rhyme I want - not custom or lecture, not even the best;
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
uhhfdbfdngrsdjhgj,hv.kugj,fhmtdneg&vad&gnfcigh-lhklulvzbhkn
He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea.
It's kind of like wearing a baseball cup. I want to call it the Mangina." "That's a good name for it ... Where are the other vaginas you made?" Chandler brought over to me a plastic bag and dumped out all the failed vaginas on to his drafting table.
Smoke.. makes a kitchen also oftentimes in the inward parts of men, soiling and infecting them, with an unctuous and oily kinde of Soote as hath been found in some great Tobacco takers, that after their death were opened.
Sweet potato fries
Vader might very well be Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, whom Tarkin had fought beside during the Clone Wars, and for whom he had developed a grudging appreciation.
Don't worry, I didn't take a hit off Rupert K.'s inhaler. I wasn't that sick.
I only pressed the mouthpiece against my lips.
Whatever. Boris, must you constantly breathe on me?
Smoke machines are the best!
Sometimes you have to fight fire with a blowtorch
If you have no Honey in your Pot, have some in your Mouth.
Dauna inhaled a deep drag from her happy cigarette. (Yes, her cig was happy. Fuck'n euphoric.) Smoke swirled over her tongue." - Shark Fin Soup 2015
I'm losing air over here, you know," Lassiter bitched. "My inflatable is deflating." V cursed. "That's because it doesn't want to be around you any more than we do.
Rat-a-tat-tat."
"Quack."Quack-- Kate Angell
I can't breathe.
It's a totally ridiculous, completely unsexy word. If you use it during sex, trying to be politically correct
"Darling, could you stroke my vagina?"
you kill the act right there. I'm worried about vaginas, what we call them and don't call them.
Sometimes when you fill a vacuum, it still sucks.
Good." The Emperor sat back. "And, tell me, what is your opinion of Lord Vader's handling of the occupation of Kashyyyk?" "He proved very capable, my lord. No one involved in the operation will soon forget his ... sense of commitment, shall we say?
What the hell is this?' I ask turning around, holding up a box of Vagisil in my fingers.
He looks incredibly uncomfortable. 'It's ... well, you know,' he winces, 'for your ... girly parts.
The madrigore of verjuice must be talthibianised.
I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
Substantiate or suffocate, Ms. Vetra. Mickey's ticking.
Here kitty, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Dodge
It is a way I have of driving off the spleen
When you smoke (ganja) you don't want to war.
Think before you stink
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
With none of Vader's backstory available at the time, and having just invented the Noghri species for this story, I came up with the idea that Vader might have designed his mask to look like a stylized version of a Noghri face, the better to facilitate his command of the death commando squads.
Spitters are Quitters
Vasher stood and began to run again, hoping that this distraction would earn him time. Indeed, a few moments later he heard cries coming from the doorway. Clangs and screams followed. Lifeless could be difficult to stop, particularly a fresh one with orders to bite.
I've found a different way to scent the air: already it's a by-word for despair.
Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.
So Mauclair takes snuff, does he?" he asked carelessly. "'Yes, Mr. Commissary....Look, there is his snuff-box on that little shelf....Oh! he's a great snuff-taker!" "So am I," said Mifroid and put the snuff-box in his pocket.
The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.
--
"Don't roach me, funker," she said. "And don't shirk off in your
electro-steamer. This mopsy wants to poke."
--Mack Reynolds, _Commune 2000 A.D._, 1974
In reality, the vagina is not a game of soccer to be kicked around like a ball. Its goal is to love and not keep score of how many times it's beaten the competition. Having a vagina is a beautiful thing and shouldn't be locked up or controlled by those who do not have one.
It's called ergot. Smell
It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.
My vegetable patch is my pride and joy.