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Bluffton is growing. But we must hold on to that small-town character. By Laura Bush Bluffton Growing Character Hold Smalltown

Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot! By Enid Blyton Potts Idiot

It is the flush, Judge Beecher thinks, of a man who enjoys his tipple. By Stephen King Judge Beecher Flush Tipple Man

pocket lizard licker. By Anonymous Pocket Licker Lizard

I like Barrington Leavey; he's the best, and Toots and The Maytals are also the best. By Adam Lamberg Leavey Barrington Toots Maytals

I thawt I thaw a putty tat." "I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. "Now, then, luv, let's get down to business By Jeaniene Frost Tat Putty Thawt Thaw Finished

Stuart Davises he By Amor Towles Davises Stuart

EPISODE 2 As we there are where are we are we there from tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian. Tea tea too oo. With his broad and hairy face, to Ireland a disgrace. SIC. Whom will comes over. Who to caps ever. And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porter place? Am shot, says the big-guard. By James Joyce Episode Teetootomtotalitarian Tomtittot Tea Sic

I soon discovered the Hat and Feathers was a misleading name. In it there was no hat, and absolutely no feathers. There were just heavily inebriated people with red faces laughing at their own jokes. This, I soon discovered, was a typical pub. The 'pub' was an invention of humans living in England, designed as compensation for the fact that they were humans living in England. I rather liked the place. By Matt Haig Hat Feathers England Misleading Discovered

Casey Lomonaco, KPA CTP, May/June 2010 By Adrienne Hovey June Lomonaco Kpa Ctp Casey

The smylere with the knyf under the cloke. By Geoffrey Chaucer Cloke Smylere Knyf

Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's By Erin Hunter Squirrelpaw Brambleclaw

by Rebecca 0 minutes ago" Tink's titties!" Jenks from any of Kim Harrison's books on The Hollows. (aka Cincinnati,OH) reply | edit | delete | flag * By Kim Harrison Rebecca Tink Minutes Ago Titties

Gilderoy Lockhart By J.k. Rowling Lockhart Gilderoy

I went to school with a guy named Truxton. He and I played football together, and he knocked me out once because he's bigger and strong than I am. By Henry Bromell Truxton School Guy Named Played

I couldn't have made a better shot, if I had been one of those detectives who see a chap walking along the street and deduce that he is a retired manufacturer of poppet valves named Robinson with rheumatism in one arm, living at Clapham. By P.g. Wodehouse Clapham Robinson Shot Arm Living

A man must believe in himself and his judgement if he expects to make a living at this game. That is why I don't believe in tips. By Jesse Lauriston Livermore Game Man Judgement Expects Make

I was convinced there as only one actor to play Templeton the Rat, and that was Tony Randall. By Joseph Barbera Rat Randall Templeton Tony Convinced

I tell you I always tip. It's a matter of principle with me. I'm like Hemingway. I always do it second-nature. By John Fante Tip Hemingway Matter Principle Secondnature

Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits. By Patricia Briggs Tim Bits Tearing Small

He ain't a Coot not really," said Bill. "He ain't got a head on him no better'n a squashed frog. I see him all right but he don't know nothing. Fishing he were on the gravel reach.""Catching anything?" asked Pete, who, detective or no detective, was still a fisherman."Perch," said Bill."Oh, never mind the fish," said Dorothea. "Had any boats been cast off?""He tell me to keep my shadow off the water," said Bill. "So I creep up and give him one of my sandwiches and when I ask if any boats been cast off, why Tommy he say 'How do you know?' ""Go on. Go on," said Dorothea, reaching out for one of the little black paper flags all ready on its pin."I say I don't know but I want to know and Tommy he say it weren't his fault and I say when were it and what boat and Tommy he said it were his Dad's row-boat and he give it Tommy to tie up and Tommy he tie it to a stick what broke and he have to go in swimming to catch it. By Arthur Ransome Tommy Coot Bill Dorothea Boats

Wat's tes-tees?" inquired a small voice. Jemmy had abandoned his rocks and was looking up at me in profound interest. "Er ... " I said. I glanced round the room in search of aid. "That's Latin for your balls, lad," Roger said gravely, suppressing a grin. By Diana Gabaldon Wat Testees Inquired Voice Small

Carter-headed chicken. By Rick Riordan Carterheaded Chicken

NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout By Jennifer Egan Nicole Lookout Cullen Long Tom

Those bellhops in Miami are tip-happy. I ordered a deck of playing cards and the bellboy made fifty-two trips to my room. By Henny Youngman Miami Tiphappy Bellhops Room Ordered

Tipping as an American practice stretches back centuries. "There are records of George Washington and Thomas Jefferson giving tips to their slaves," said Michael Lynn, a professor of consumer behavior at Cornell University's School of Hotel Administration, who has studied changes in tipping habits. In the 1940s, he said, the average restaurant tip was about 10 percent. "It's very clear that tip sizes have increased over time," he said, adding that he could not predict how high they would go. By Anonymous American Centuries Tipping Lynn Administration

The tip no jewel needs to wear:The tip is jewel of the ear. By Philip Sidney Tip Wear Ear Jewel

At this rate, he was going to have the strongest tail tip of any Rownt living. By Lyn Gala Rownt Rate Living Strongest Tail

What is your name?" asked Lear.Caius," said Kent.And whence do you hail?"From Bonking, sire."Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town? By Christopher Moore Sire Lad Bonking Lear Asked

On the Jellicoe road By Mellina Fanouris Jellicoe Road

Hillingham first saw the women by the dwile flonkers. He had spent the day walking around Dover's Hill, the shallow amphitheatre where the Cotswold Olimpick Games took place and had taken, he thought, some good photographs so far. The place was heaving and he had captured some of that, he hoped; the shifting bustle as people flocked from event to event and laughed and shouted and ate and drank. The sound of cymbals and mandolins and violins and guitars filled the air about the crowd, leaping around the brightly costumed figures and the smells of roasting meat and open fires.("The Cotswold Olimpicks") By Reggie Oliver Cotswold Hillingham Flonkers Women Dwile

Fish fiddle de-dee! By Edward Lear Fish Dedee Fiddle

Fiddler on the Roof, to By Wendy Mass Roof Fiddler

The word "tip" stands for "to insure promptness." So when should you give it? Up front,of course. Sophisticated people don't take chances on poor service, they insure good service. By Jim Rohn Tip Word Stands Promptness Service

Kerrick the weed. By Maria V. Snyder Kerrick Weed

Beep-beep, Richie, By Stephen King Richie Beepbeep

SIMON LEWIS, ERIC HILLCHURCH, KIRK DUPLESSE, AND MATT CHARLTON"THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS" MAY 19, PROSPECT PARK BAND SHELL BRING THIS FLYER, GET $5 OFF YOUR ENTRANCE FEE! By Cassandra Clare Simon Lewis Eric Hillchurch Kirk

I have told the reader that Tim Gamelyn's father was a retired non-commissioned officer who lived near Dublin on a small private income and a pension. By Forbes Alexander Phillips Tim Gamelyn Dublin Pension Told

Moving on, I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks, and heard a forlorn creaking in the air; and looking up, saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it, faintly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray, and these words underneath - "The Spouter Inn: - Peter Coffin." Coffin? - Spouter? - Rather ominous in that particular connexion, thought I. But it is a common name in Nantucket, they say, and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there. As the light looked so dim, and the place, for the time, looked quiet enough, and the dilapidated little wooden house itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district, and as the swinging sign had a poverty-stricken sort of creak to it, I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings, and the best of pea coffee. By Herman Melville Inn Coffin Spouter Peter Moving

Bagby Hot Springs. By Cheryl Strayed Springs Hot Bagby

psychologist Timothy By Malcolm Gladwell Timothy Psychologist

Morning, ma'am. I'm looking for Tommy Mason. Is he around?" Polite and professional, that was Senior Agent Broussard."Lord, what's that no-good sonofabitch done now? Wait, you ain't a cop; you're a game warden. "What'd he do, run over a fish? By Susannah Sandlin Morning Maam Mason Lord Tommy

My breath slipped from me, almost a groan. Trent Kalamack. The obscenely successful, smiling businessman, ruthless bio- and street-drug lord, elf in hiding, and pain-in-my-ass-extraordinaire Trent Kalamack. Right on schedule. Why is it you show up only when I need money? By Kim Harrison Kalamack Trent Groan Breath Slipped

The poet Robert Browning caused considerable consternation by including the word twat in one of his poems, thinking it an innocent term. The work was Pippa Passes, written in 1841 and now remembered for the line "God's in His heaven, all's right with the world." But it also contains this disconcerting passage: Then owls and batsCowls and twatsMonks and nuns in a cloister's moods,Adjourn to the oak-stump pantry!Browning had apparently somewhere come across the word twatwhich meant precisely the same then as it does nowbut pronounced it with a flat a and somehow took it to mean a piece of headgear for nuns. The verse became a source of twittering amusement for generations of schoolboys and a perennial embarrassment to their elders, but the word was never altered and Browning was allowed to live out his life in wholesome ignorance because no one could think of a suitably delicate way of explaining his mistake to him. By Bill Bryson Robert Browning Word Poems Thinking

Clay Blaisdell Western By Stephen King Western Blaisdell Clay

I shall call him Tufty. By Steven Erikson Tufty Call

David Copperfield. By John Irving Copperfield David

Thomasville, North Carolina. A By Rod Spellman Thomasville North Carolina

Tony Cottee once played in all four divisions in one season. Cottee started 2000-01 at Leicester City, where he made a couple of Premiership appearances as a sub before being released to Norwich, in what was then Division One. In November the chance to be player-manager of Barnet came up and soon Cottee was playing in Division Three, but alas it did not work out. By March he was again looking for work and found it, with two sub appearances, at Millwall in Division Two. By Phil Cornwell Cottee Division Tony Season Played

Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck By Karina Halle Fuck Swagger Douchington Sir

neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.' By Diana Gabaldon Kirry Neighborhood Pronounced Spelt

Out of the east on an Irish stallion came bounty hunter Dan His heart quickened and burdened by the need to get his man He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river, pulled his gun and got the drop He said, Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not. By Bruce Springsteen Pete Irish Dan River Pulled

Are there many Tims in America? I don't know if I can think of many American Tims. By Martin Freeman America Tims American

spoon, jar, jar jar spoon By Tommy Cooper Spoon Jar

Farewell, Timothy Riley's Bar," Lane said softly. "Home of the nickel beer. Snooker emporium. Repository of Bluebird records, three for a dime. We honor you and your passing. Farewell. Farewell, Timothy Riley - and terraplanes and rumbleseats and saddle shoes and Helen Forrest and the Triple-C camps and Andy Hardy and Lum 'n' Abner and the world-champion New York Yankees! Rest in peace, you age of innocence - you beautiful, serene, carefree, pre-Pearl Harbor, long summer night. We'll never see your likes again. By Rod Serling Bar Lane Farewell Timothy Riley

This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate? By Robert Louis Stevenson Cove Grogshop Mate Handy Pleasant

Brookfield, my correspondent, writes that last week he observed him in the moonlight at an advanced hour gazing up at his window.""Whose window? Brookfield's?""Yes, sir. Presumably under the impression that it was the young lady's.""But what the deuce is he doing at Twing at all?""Mr Little was compelled to resume his old position as tutor to Lord Wickhammersley's son at Twing Hall, sir. Owing to having been unsuccessful in some speculations at Hurst Park at the end of October.""Good Lord, Jeeves! Is there anything you don't know?""I couldn't say, sir. By P.g. Wodehouse Sir Brookfield Twing Correspondent Writes

I'm a poor man, your majesty," the Hatter began in a weak voice, "and I hadn't but just begun my tea, not more than a week or so, and what with the bread and butter so thin - and the twinkling of the tea-""The twinkling of what?" asked the King."It began with the tea," the Hatter said."Of course twinkling begins with a T!" said the King. "Do you take me for a dunce? By Lewis Carroll Tea Hatter Twinkling King King

it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee By E. E. Cummings Whistlesfarandwee Springand Goatfootedballoonman

Ive grew up in Chingford, a town on the northeast edge of London. His father was a silversmith who taught at the local college. "He's a fantastic craftsman," Ive recalled. "His Christmas gift to me would be one day of his time in his college workshop, during the Christmas break when no one else was there, helping me make whatever I dreamed up. By Walter Isaacson Chingford London Ive Grew Town

What did the zombie say to the whore? Keep the tip! By Diana Rowland Whore Zombie Tip

winter plumbnot plumb By Geof Huth Winter Plumb Plumbnot

ah've been on t'dole all mi life in fucking Leeds! By Tony Harrison Leeds Tdole Life Fucking

Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown. By Jim Lewis Sugartown

Albion Park on a fierce spring morning. A mad March day of ice and fire. Thomas's feet beat a tattoo on the path. Every hair, every bristle on his chin stands on end. He is a small star-ship of blazing neurons- He is a librarian on his way to work, half-blind with sun and cold and memory. By Maggie Gee Park Albion Morning Fierce Spring

If I buy stocks on Smith's tip I must sell those same stocks on Smith's tip. I am depending on him. Suppose Smith is away on a holiday when the selling time comes around? By Jesse Lauriston Livermore Smith Stocks Tip Buy Sell

Tad Christopher in the Tango kitchen with real whipped cream?" "Sounds like Gay Clue, doesn't it? By Z.a. Maxfield Christopher Tango Tad Cream Sounds

Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king. By Sierra Simone Ash Colchester Captain Staking Conqueror

Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind) By Genna Rulon Huntleigh Mind Gave Cheesy Couple

Temple of the Rat King. Ark of the Soot God. Sphincter of Hades. Yes, King's Cross Station, where, according to Knuckle Sandwich, a blow job costs only five quid - any of the furthest-left three cubicles in the men's lavvy downstairs, twenty-four hours a day. By David Mitchell Rat Temple King God Soot

Tommy, why did they put Maldon Surrey on the telegram?""Because Maldon is in Surrey, idiot. By Agatha Christie Tommy Idiot Maldon Surrey Telegram

Titter," Radcliffe muttered as he pushed the window open on the first empty room he found on the main floor. "What the devil is a titter? And how the hell am I supposed to try not to look so large?" Shaking his head with disgust, he held the window open with one hand as he sat on the ledge, then swung one leg after the other over the sill and into the room. Standing, he let the window slide closed, then took a moment to brush the wrinkles out of his skirt and yank at the bottom of his bodice to straighten it before hurrying across the room.Pausing at the door, he pressed an ear to it to listen briefly, then eased it open and peered out. It was early afternoon and yet it seemed the women were all still abed. Slipping into the hallway, he pulled the door gently closed and hurried as quickly as a man could in a dress that kept catching at his boot spurs, toward the stairs. By Lynsay Sands Radcliffe Titter Window Open Floor

I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out ... By Wislawa Szymborska Son Creature Made Tarsier Grandson

Come up fish. Come to Quint. By Peter Benchley Fish Quint

Teflon Panty Club By Sherrilyn Kenyon Club Panty Teflon

Tut, Tut, looks like rain By A.a. Milne Tut Rain

Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time. It ends like this: Poo-tee-weet? By Kurt Vonnegut Pilgrim Billy Time Unstuck Ends

Do they allow tipping on the boat? - Yes, sir. Have you got two fives? - Oh, yes, sir. Then you won't need the ten cents I was going to give you. By Groucho Marx Sir Boat Tipping Ten Cents

A distinguished producer called Kenith Trodd actually lived in his office for over a year - the cleaners refused to go in because it was such a tip. By Andrew Davies Kenith Trodd Year Tip Distinguished

Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at. By P.g. Wodehouse Tut Stand Biff Endure Tutted

Wagstaff was a trim little man in a dark-blue uniform with an armband embroidered with the words CIVIL DEFENSE."Thank you, Headmaster, and good morning, young gentlemen. Yesterday, as I'm sure you'll remember, I spoke to you about the ways you can help your parents prepare their homes against the possibility of nuclear attack."Clem grinned, noting Tash Harmsworth's scowl. Tash was a bugger for an incorrect proposition. By Mal Peet Headmaster Civil Wagstaff Defense Morning

What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is! By J.b. Priestley Higgledypiggledy Norwich Grand Place

Up the well known creek By Margery Allingham Creek

happy hunting-grounds By James Fenimore Cooper Happy Huntinggrounds

Newport, Rhode Island, that breeding place-that stud farm, so to speak-of aristocracy; aristocracy of the American type. By Mark Twain Newport Rhode Island American Farm

We have fish and chips, which W. and I fetch from the shop in Settle market-place. Some local boys come in and there is a bit of chat between them and the fish-fryer about whether the kestrel under the counter is for sale ... Only when I mention it to W. does he explain Kestrel is now a lager. I imagine the future is going to contain an increasing number of incidents like this, culminating with a man in a white coat saying to one kindly, And now can you tell me the name of the Prime Minister? By Alan Bennett Settle Chips Marketplace Kestrel Fish

Irish-sparkle-fish, By Anne Eliot

I am familiar with the name Bassington-Bassington, sir. There are three branches of the Bassington-Bassington family - the Shropshire Bassington-Bassingtons, the Hampshire Bassington-Bassingtons, and the Kent Bassington-Bassingtons.""England seems pretty well stocked up with Bassington-Bassingtons.""Tolerably so, sir.""No chance of a sudden shortage, I mean, what?""Presumably not, sir.""And what sort of a specimen is this one?""I could not say, sir, on such short acquaintance.""Will you give me a sporting two to one, Jeeves, judging from what you have seen of him, that this chappie is not a blighter or an excrescence?""No, sir. I should not care to venture such liberal odds. By P.g. Wodehouse Sir Sir Jeeves Familiar Bassingtonbassington

The Tinkering School. More of a lab than a school, this summer program, created by computer scientist Gever Tulley, lets children from seven to seventeen play around with interesting stuff and build cool things. By Daniel H. Pink School Tinkering Tulley Gever Program

Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally."No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today? By Suzanne Collins Finnick Finally Telling Peeta Today

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes. By William Makepeace Thackeray Tip Money Bestowed Schoolboy Days

Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds. By Rebecca Mcnutt Ponds Sydney Tar Smile Camera

This is an old house. Among the oldest in the area, a white clapboard former farmhouse built in 1748. Fart on the porch and it rattles a floor board in the attic. -Dice (Swoon) By Nina Malkin House Dice Swoon Area Oldest

Fluke me, Murdstone. By Mal Peet Murdstone Fluke

It teekles nozzing like Jock Torrance would like to teekle you, madame. By Stephen King Madame Jock Torrance Nozzing Teekles

His parenting never involved indulgence, just benign neglect. And having let me do as I wish for two decades, it seems a mean trick to impose discipline by marrying me off to some relic from another age." "Perhaps." "Who knows if the old baron is even up to the task of managing me! You say I'll give him fatal spasms." "Only if the drink doesn't kill him first," Clun quipped. "He's a ... a tippler?" She asked. "More than tipples, if memory serves. A bottomless cask. Mouth like a funnel on one end and a wee spigot at the other," he concluded with a wink. By Miranda Davis Indulgence Neglect Parenting Involved Benign

To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You've got my middle-C, and I would like it back....Please return Jackaby's tuning fork. He's getting even more obnoxious than usual. By William Ritter Department Fiddleham Police Jackaby Middlec

To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell. By George Herbert Bell Counsell Fooles Woodden

A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby. By C.j. Duggan Tess Toby

What has three heads, six arms, and half a brain?" Three asked. One and Two answered in unison. "Nate Sutter. By Brandon Mull Heads Arms Brain Half Nate