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Womi is a world of mortals and immortals where the truth is uncovered. It's main mission is to give out the divine message to the chosen ones.
WWBD? What would Buffy do?
Half delirious, I slipped my hands around Whit's thick neck. The second Idid he got confident.His mouth moved over mine in a rough, unpracticed, awkward back-and-forth motion, so fast it was as if he was trying to create fire with our lips.
Wabam wabisca ip pit tah." ("Look! The white fangs!")
The humanitarian developers behind World of Warcraft have also discovered a way to bribe gamers into turning off their computers and going outside. If you log off for a few days, your character will be more 'rested' when you resume playing, a mode that temporarily speeds up your leveling.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.
FYI, when I type WTF, you are supposed to read What the Fuck? Same with OMG, and OMFG, which are Oh My God and Oh My Fucking God. Only a completely lame Disney Channel nimnode pronounces the letters.
Exactly. Au revoir!" Whittington
OMG, I am so WTF over it, I'm LOL-ing
You know what to do?"
"Wander around," I said. "Until I spot a self-assembled whangdoodle from the Foggy depths.
I listened to the whine in my voice with a detached fascination. It was a false question. No answer would have pacified me. I had simply given in to a perverse need to ask, to expose and torment myself, and as soon as I heard the words, I experienced both relief and humiliation.
[W]andering creates the desert.
Truth was she liked that he came after her. She liked the thought of being under submission to him in an intimate way. It was a welcome desire which Wharick alone sparked.
Next to that dragon Micha had wirtten: 'KIS EacH OthER'.
Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel.
'She is the little queen,' said Abel, 'in our fairy tale, at least.'
'One must obey the queen,' said Anna.
Our wyrds - our fates
Don't whine ... laugh.
They'd seen her laugh before he did, had seen her live before he had. The thought of it provoked envy inside of Wharick, and that emotion at times, could be just as powerful as jealousy.
-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
Thizz iz wat it iz
Wittig appears to take issue with genitally organized sexuality per se and to call for an alternative economy of pleasures which would both contest the construction of female subjectivity marked by women's supposedly distinctive reproductive function.
Although I'd like to think that I had a responsibility to Wes as a coworker, the truth was that the thing in the back was fast turning into something that wasn't Wes at all.
Pull your shirt up over your mouth," he told Wylan.
"What?"
"Stop being dense. You're cuter when you're smart."
Wylan's cheeks went pink. He scowled and pulled his collar up.
There was no mistaking what the feeling of fullness in his heart meant. They were mates and were bound together. Forever. Wharick's green eyes closed for a moment as he absorbed the feeling of completeness their bond provided his spirit.
Wit is a thing capable of proof.
A few seconds later, her reply came in.
WTF an A! I blinked, sure I was misreading. But no, the letters didn't change.
Me: Nana, do U know what WTF means??
Her: Of course silly, it means well, that's fantastic.
I feel kind of bad for calling him Twatwaffle now."
"You should feel bad," I yelled. "For all we know, Twatwaffle saved our lives and maybe Mitch did too. There's obviously something out here. Who the fuck decapitates a llama?"
"I'm sure this particular llama was on many a hit list.
Whining and panting beneath
Gathered together in this fashion, Jerry could see that the Whitstables possessed certain common physical characteristics, including wayward teeth, large earlobes, and the sort of stress-related blotchiness usually found in cornered jellyfish.
I made bitterness into a wad and swallowed it. I
Huh."
"Huh what?"
"Would you look at this?" he asked, examining a small box. "It says it glows in the dark."
"So?"
"So, what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name in
the air with it?
Robert Smith is a whingebag.
You planning top kill me with a Wiffle bat?" [Carson asked]
"Yeah."
"Why?" he asked.
The bat was shaking in my tight grip. "Because I don't have my Minnie Mouse pillow.
I'm not accepting of whiners.
If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage."
"Will he make me bathe?"
"No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash."
"Ah. One of those.
Whining is a form of manipulation. People will give anything to make you shut up.
But there's something about Watonka, they say. Something that pulls us back, the electromagnet that holds all the metal in place
A whetstone, though it cannot cut, may sharpen a knife that will.
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.
Mr Warty's face swelled up like a puffer fish - all his whiskers standing straight out like poison spikes.
- What? - How the girl gettingGirl-- Marlon James
Historical seen, said Alice, people have almost always have whrong when they have said that.
Tom bruised himself on the world and licked his cuts.
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
Oh, stow your whids, you dreary watering-pot,
(Some girl) "You said we'd have breakfast!"
(Jasper) "If i live, i'll buy you waffles."
"You don't have enough money to buy her waffles," Wylan grumbled.
"Be quite. We're in a library.
This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.
You pussy-whipped douche waffle.
I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
I cracked the window shades of my eyes. Jake knelt over me, the head of my cock in his mouth.
I raised my head, mumbled, "What are you doing?"
He paused the proceedings long enough to utter, "If you don't know, I must not be doing it correctly.
My acronym is WWSJD: What Would Steve Jobs Do?
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
Look at you. How did you happen to me?"
Gods, shew as just going to cry if he kept this up.
"I just ... there's no one else. Ever. It's you until I no longer draw breath.
Yes, world.
Truly.
You disgust me.
Please continue.
WYTIWYG" (pronounced "witty-wig"): What You Test Is What You Get.
Woz is living his own life now. He hasn't been around Apple for about five years. But what he did will go down in history.
Wharick, on the other hand, remained there with his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited for her to complain about his behavior. "You have no right, Wharick," she said sternly. And there it is, he thought feeling more than pleased that he knew her better than she thought.
The cabbage white flies through the tailor's cheek. The tailor sinks his head. The cabbage white flies out of the back of the tailor's head, white and uncrumpled. Skinny Wilma flaps her handkerchief. The cabbage white flies through her forehead and into her head.
Your problem is that wanna better word for world
Is stuffed, de world, wif feeding girls.
Fhat thouding do're.
all abot a little kid who can not whalk
You're our chemist, Wylan," said Nina hopefully. "What do you think?"
Wylan shrugged. "Maybe. Not all poisons have an antidote."
Jesper snorted. "That's why we call him Wylan Van Sunshine.
The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes coquettishly, it boiled in my veins. One in particular. And Wilkie looked almost amused, now that his own jealousy had eased. "Are you jealous, my love?
By wit we search divine aspect above,
By wit we learn what secrets science yields,
By wit we speak, by wit the mind is rul'd,
By wit we govern all our actions;
Wit is the loadstar of each human thought,
Wit is the tool by which all things are wrought.
Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face.
Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood.
You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?
Intelligence reports and local folklore together perpetuated tales of his bloody adventures across the rim worlds and badlands of Terran space. It was his trademark and often over the last two decades, history proclaimed in large bloody letters that 'Kilroy woz 'ere.
It does not have wabi," Paul said, "nor could it ever. But - " He touched the pin with his nail. "Robert, this object has wu.
Wit is brushwood; judgment, timber; the one gives the greatest flame, the other yields the most durable heat; and both meeting make the best fire.
[W]hen all else fails, kill it with fire.
Wolgast leaned back in his chair and realized how exhausted he was. It always came upon him like this, like the sudden unclenching of a fist.
Wit saves us from being swallowed whole by life.
Some things are jest too big to fergive.
Wit is the unexpected copulation of ideas.
World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. but nothing is self-contained.
And there was a voice, a high clear, female voice, which said "Ow", and then, very quietly, it said "Fuck", and then it said "Ow", once more.
If you move to the West Coast, I will make a gun out of this," she said, drunkenly brandishing a tiny straw before searching the rest of the cluttered table, "and these peanuts and this glass and shoot you in the dick, Will."
I winced at the visual. "Wow-" I began.
"In the dick, Will.
Rewrite your tale of woe as a tale of wow
In Hong Kong, 'wonton' means swallowing a cloud.
Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which before their union were not perceived to have any relation.
There is too much world.
Oh, you fuckguzzling shitweasel.
A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child,
Instead of saying; "WWJD (What would Jesus do)?" I will be asking myself "WIDTM(Will I Do This Do Myself"
Because Jesus said, "Love your neighbors as if you love yourself."
So I will quote I will treat others as if I am treating myself
O what we ben! And what we come to!
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.
I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.
It's not the world wide web. It's the women wide web.
The world is not thy friend
Your dog has not lost any time in catching up on his beauty sleep." "Just do not utter any word that begins with w," she said, "especially with the letters a-l-k attached. You would soon discover how deeply asleep he is.
Small pitchers have wyde eares.
Wit is a dangerous weapon, even to the possessor, if he knows not how to use it discreetly.
WindClan territory
You're causing the world to spin again, Keirah," Wharick teased about her druid gift with nature. "You out of control? Do you need something to settle you down? he asked.
I certainly knew of 'World of Warcraft'; I had never actually played because I knew that if I started playing, I would never get any work done - because it would just totally absorb me.
mawage 'mah-'wahge. 1; a bwessed awangement 2; a dweam wifin a dweam - T-SHIRT
Kaz had been impressed with the sketches. "You think like a lockpick," he'd told Wylan. "I do not." "I mean you can see space along three axes." "I'm not a criminal," Wylan protested. Kaz had cast him an almost pitying look. "No, you're a flautist who fell in with bad company.