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Bluekait said:
wewe filthy Mudblood! wewe starvelling, wewe eel-skin, wewe dried neat’s-tongue, wewe bull’s-pizzle, wewe stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, wewe sheath, wewe bow-case, wewe vile standing tuck! That shina of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding, saladi in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Let's see, I've walked the dog, cleaned my room, gone shopping and gossiped with my friends...Nope, this orodha doesn't say that I'm required to talk to you. The Village just called. They alisema they were missing their town idiot, I couldn't really understand them, but I think they were saying the name was yours. If wewe ran 1,000,000 miles to see the boy/girl of your dreams, what would wewe say when wewe got there? Wow, wewe looked a lot hotter from a distance! wewe must be the arithmetic man -- wewe add trouble, subtract pleasure, divide attention, and multiply ignorance. wewe occasionally stumble over the truth, but wewe quickly pick yourself up and carry on as if nothing happened.
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