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Pillsbury shouted the only word that came to mind. Ow!
A pitcher is worth a thousand worts.
Wale means to arrive home. So the crown has arrived home. Akin is warrior or brave man. Nuoye is a brave man of chieftaincy and Agbaje means wealth and prosperity.
Wally, stop playing with your beans."
Mom is participating in a nightly ritual that never changes. Tonight, The Turd's picking up lima beans, sniffing each one, and burying it in his mashed potatoes.
"I'm not playing with them," he says, matter-of-factly. "I'm checking them for fleas.
WindClan territory
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I'm afraid it's not much use to you, Mr. Rumblebuffin.'
Not at all. Not at all.' said the giant politely. 'Never met a nicer hankerchee.
The black hardrubber bathtub stopper at the Parker house.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
The pig says oink.
Wuttaya say."
"Bill's inside," Lucille said. "Get me a drink, willya, Harry?"
"Sure.
Kenny was bludgeoning his cucumber.
Small pitchers have wyde eares.
Wit: a whim followed by a wham.
Gervasio Lonquimay
StocktontoMalone
Ulick Norman Owen.
A crier of green sauce.
Wampa cap securely on his little head. I pat mine. It's still there. All is well.
Whiffle [whine and wheeze and snuff and sniffle]: The annoying scratchy sound made by weepy feminists as they lament the sufferings of women and, houndlike, sniff out evidence of male oppression.
Piglet," Bishop Wulfheard said in a scornful tone. I stared at him, then held up a hand to check Merewalh, who was about to leave the hall. "Maybe we don't need a piglet," I said slowly, as if an idea was just coming to me. "Why waste a baby pig when there's a bishop available?" Wulfheard fled.
I'm running out of names. There aren't that many vile things on this earth that can describe what a cum dumpster you are.
Every time you see the Wal-Mart smiley face, whistling and knocking down the prices, somewhere there's a factory worker being kicked in the stomach. - Sherrie Ford
voluptuous sluggard,
Pigpen's on the move.
Kerrick the weed.
Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.
Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away." Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome.
Bonzo, he pre-cise. He so careful, he piss on a plate and never splash.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
prestidigitator,
What does he stand for?
I once was the walrus, now I'm John.
Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.
What is the English for 'Refreshing towelette'?
Debbie shuffled back through her notes. "The president of the Owyhee Land and Irrigation Company was Whipple Phillips." "Whipple?" chuckled Xela. "Yep." "Don't name 'em like that anymore," said Roger.
I look at Colin Meads and see a great big sheep farmer who carried the ball in his hands as though it was an orange pip.
Who is this repulsive dwarf?
A man who whinnies with noisy laughter, surpasses all the animals in vulgarity.
The cowslip is a country wench.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
The problem with having the name Wyeth is that immediately, when people hear the name, they all of a sudden see weathered barns in a field or something.
Sheeps' Head Stew Oxtail
I wuff aunt Newwy's chippen!
I'm Danny Worsnop and I slay poon.
Peeple of zee wurl, relax
Westering's died out, Jody.
The truth is, Pierre - " "Percy.
In Hong Kong, 'wonton' means swallowing a cloud.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Take us to the guildhouse of Pasha Pook," Drizzt said, getting to the point, wanting to be done with his business and out of Calimport, "then you are dismissed." Sali Dalib paled at the request. "Pasha Poop?" he stammered. "Who is dis?
My acronym is WWSJD: What Would Steve Jobs Do?
Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us."
"Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.
Mayoimashita. Can you help me find my cat? - Watashi
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
When Paul announced himself in a rather formal way to the secretary, he said simply, "I am Watzlawick." She suspected he was a new psychiatric patient showing up for an appointment at the wrong time, and she interpreted his introduction as, "I am not Slavic.
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen!
I am the walrus!
Whittle was an amazing chap. Tiny, stubborn, unstoppable - jet-propelled! It's amazing the impact his invention has had upon the world.
Safe word is Pickle
boron - boro
I went to the WAL mart last night, but they were all out of you!
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
The Macedonian Endeavour Channel was screening live coverage of the world series of the Who's Got the Stupidest Name (WGSN) competition. First prize had already gone to Brian Burdock, a French Algerian with a penchant for Longchamp.
You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchief and sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.
Oh, stow your whids, you dreary watering-pot,
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
His Tender Roni.
Don't whine ... laugh.
Uncle Monty tell
At wuntz? What HE do?
What HE do? Who do?
Wuntz do hoo doo? How do he do hoo doo?
Once do who do? What? What!? To wit, WHAT.
Hw Cumming is also on Goodreads as H.W. Cumming
sausages. Behind
Plowboy, Dick, who sometimes came into our field to pluck blackberries from
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Mr Warty's face swelled up like a puffer fish - all his whiskers standing straight out like poison spikes.
If she was going to live in Cow's Bowels, New York, she wanted the complete small town package. She wanted a Fourth of July parade, a country fair with an oxen pull and a pie-eating contest, and she wanted a little, homey mom-and-pop supermarket, run by Mr. Whipple himself.
I'm not a fan of the wimple; you can't hear much when you've got it on.
The Inspector stood up. Worried. Fonso Spalato fell silent.
'What's wrong?' he said, ready to jump out of his chair and start running.
'Do you mind if I whinny again?' the inspector politely asked
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
Here you are. Would you like some pickles?"
"Pickles gives me the wind something awful."
"In that case - "
"Oh, I wasn't saying no," Mistress Weatherwax said, taking two large pickled cucumbers.
and Wash-ing-ton went back to Mount
When (Rube) Waddell
had control and some sleep, he was unbeatable.
Wal-Mart's relationship to place has become so abstracted that the company views even its own stores through the conquistador's eyeglass. Like temporary forts built solely for purposes of territorial conquest, any one of them can be abandoned at any time.
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
Whelks are strange and comforting.
They have no notion of community life and they breed very quietly.
But they have a strong sense of personal dignity.
Even lying face down in a tray of vinegar there is something noble about a whelk.
Which cannot be said for everybody.
Dill if you don't hush I'll knock you bowlegged.
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
Weltschmerz, basically, is the depression we feel when bamboozlers, fanatics, manipulators, trolls, bigots, demagogues, fear-mongers, liars and prigs threaten to take over the world, and there's nothing, we think, we can do about it.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
mawage 'mah-'wahge. 1; a bwessed awangement 2; a dweam wifin a dweam - T-SHIRT
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
Poirot was standing in the larder in a dramtic attitude. In his hand he was brandishing a leg of mutton.
'My dear Poirot! What is the matter? have you gone mad?'
'Regard i pray you this mutton! But regard it closely!
up yonder in the guzzling Germans' land,
Need a poo, Todd." "Shut up, Manchee." "Poo. Poo, Todd." "I said shut it.
Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds.
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
In for a sheep, in for a gargant.
Sheep with a nasty side.
My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.