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You're so square, baby, I don't care.
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
My curls defined me; even my personality was curly, bouncy, springy, and playfully twisted.
If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
A purring noise woke him. Something furry was curled on his chest. Jarby opened one eye slowly. Something black, white, buff, and lemon-smelling. He glared at her and groaned. Stupid wytzl. Buffi chirruped and fluttered away to Poke.
A big furry creature that purrs while it sits on your lap and squashes you!
voluptuous sluggard,
Pudge was quivering like a weeble toy likely to topple over any second
I am Snugglepumpkin. Hear me roar
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Tangle me up like Grandma's yarn,
Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!
She fit
against him like a teaspoon inside a tablespoon, curves angling
together in all the right places to lock them into place with a nearly
audible click of perfection
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
You must always be a-waggle with LOVE.
How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?" Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. "We call that one muad'dib," Stilgar said. Jessica
iconoclastically.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
Oh, my giddy aunt!
Is it just me, or is spooge the single least attractive synonym for dickglue?
Razzmatazz topped with hot fudge, strawberries, rainbow sprinkles, and whipped cream. It looked nasty, but you had to admire a guy secure enough to order sprinkles.
FIDDLE, n. An instrument to tickle human ears by friction of a horse's tail on the entrails of a cat.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
What's your name?" was my first question. I couldn't keep calling him Squirty though my pants were proof of the moniker's accurateness.
"James Franco."
"Like the actor?" I couldn't help but ask.
His expression eased into a smile. "Yes, but poorer and uglier.
her kitten-pink tongue
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
You probably think I'm a floosy," she went on.
"A floosy?" he whispered back, and chuckled. "First off, I love that you said 'floosy.' Second, you're crazy. I hope you kiss me like that again." He leaned in close. "And again and again.
Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.
Arty. To me the word's got as much venom associated with it as 'wacky'.
I'm crepuscular.
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
I am extremely square and obedient in nature!
Bein' cooped up indoors. The little finger waggled briefly.
No better than Bellyfluff, Sillystuff, or Starchyruff;
misbegotten cockwaffle.
I squawked attractively. Okay. That was a lie. There is no way to squawk attractively. It was rather unattractive. Arms flailing, legs kicking. It was just awful.
Boogey boogey boogey
Sex game kinky, niggas call me Pinky
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
The world is a marvelous system of wiggles.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Wriggled to avoid the lump that always seemed directly under
Noodly: the act of being noodle-like, as in, Vivia drinks one Red Beach and she feels noodly.
His pink tongue lolling happily from his mouth.
The resulting sound wasn't quite a squawk, wasn't quite a yelp, wasn't quite a gasp. As best she could describe it, it sounded like an angry chicken slapping a puppy with a fish.
I shall call him Tufty.
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
As deformed as a grotesque potato,
Mouse-brained fool
Small, short-sighted, blonde, barbed - she reminds me of a bright little hedgehog.
Watch your step," said Slash.
Jig stopped, fully expecting to be shot, poisoned, crushed, or maybe all three at the same time. "What is it now?"
Slash pointed to a pile of brown, slimy goo in the center of the tunnel. "Hairball.
Gettin' jiggy wit it is, like, the next level of cool. It's cool to the eighth power. Some people are fly, some people are kind of hot. But when you are the jiggiest, when you exude jiggy-essence, it's the acme of cool.
Ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
never returned to the world they knew
and nobody knows what happened to
dear ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
Shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather
Poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
I hate that word, 'quirky.' It's like the worst f - king word in the world.
You are a mousetrap of a friend, all soft cheese and hard springs
Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is.
(Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)
But you're happy, eh?'
I blink at her, surprised. She's right.
My happiness is crunchy. Snapping, crackling and popping in the sun.
You wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all your might.
It's a sponge and I'm a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don't just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I'm part of a wall.
If I was a Pokemon, I'll either be a Psyduck or a Jigglypuff.
When Mary is confused or perplexed, she spurts anger the way an octopus spurts ink, and hides in the dark cloud of it.
My signature is like a squished spider.
I'm red as a berry, shiny from the pickling of the womb, and squinting at the world through suspicious, slitted eyes.
squernt" ("the feeling upon finding that the previous occupant of the privy has used all the paper")
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
rolling eye balls
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me.
What are they called? Sprackles, shakums, edible sequins, glossy sugar deedeebobs, I don't know. Instead of sprinkling them on a cookie, I sprinkle them on Angel de la Guarda.
Mrs. Sliderskew was in an ecstasy of delight, rolling her head about, drawing up her skinny shoulders, and wrinkling her cadaverous face into so many and such complicated forms of ugliness, as awakened the unbounded astonishment and disgust even of Mr. Squeers.
Wiggly Charlie lived in a big house with his friends Audrey and Big Charlie. He liked mozzarella cheese sticks, chasing his tennis ball, and putting his purple wizard hat on his willy and pretending they were friends.
Sorry about the
squishy in your shoe. Must've
been something I ate.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
The short, fat fingers moved like dancing sausages across the strings;
Yeah, Pudge is adorable / but you want incorrigible / so Jake is more endurable / 'cause he's so - damn. Damn. I almost had four rhymes on adorable. But all I could think of was unfloorable, which isn't even a word. - Takumi
Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.
fiddlesticks" and
I like to make them squirm.
Stop wiggling - you'll move when I move you.
I'm annoying to be around because I keep twitching.
We are fiddle, fork, and spoon,
We are dancing with the moon,
If you'd like to steal a kiss from us,
You'd better steal one soon!
Thou lump of foul deformity!
Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a delicacy. He was as cool as he could be, and ate dirty socks.
Yes, I'm a mouse. Squeak, squeak. Now shoo-shoo back to your little bug friends, said Rirped, picking up a hunk of dried beef. He tore a off a piece with his teeth and noticed Boots hadn't moved. He pulled back his lips to reveal a row of jagged teeth and gave her a sharp hiss.
Appleblossom can't believe the taste of the dark square. Is tehre a way to describe this morsel of goodness? It is so sweet adn smooth. It makes a green snail seem like an old pinecone seed, and every possum knows that a green snail is fantastic eating.
Always wetweating-always wetweating!
Commander: What's that?
Foaly: It's a finger, what does look like?
Skulduggery? Where's Skulduggery?"
"I'm here," Skulduggery said. "I was beginning to think you were lost to us."
Finbar's mouth twitched into a brief smile. "Sorry. You're not going to get rid of me so easily.
My fingers are tickled to delight by the soft ripple of a baby's laugh ...
When fully fluffed they looked like oversized wads of dryer lint with six little paws and two big, innocent blue eyes.
shape about the size of a large dog hovering a few yards over his head.
She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing about in a lampshade is busy.
Giddy grasshopper
Take care ... do not leap and crush
These pearls of dewdrop
My eyes are not sparkly! I'm not a sparkly sort of girl ... I go around with dirty knees and slay dragons in my spare time, for the love of ... oh!
Tail wagging like a windscreen wiper in a downpour.
[Leafpool] waved her tail in greeting as she padded past Cloudtail and Daisy; as she left the clearing she heard Cloudtail meowing, "This time try to pretend I'm a badger and I'm going to eat your kits."
"But my kits really like you," Daisy protested.
Low gurgling laughter, as sweet As the swallow's song i' the South, And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet By the curves of a perfect mouth.