You're talking to a modern, nice, affable German person and they're saying to you something like 'You know, vell, it's a critical time now for Germany within Europe, also globally, economically ve are pretty good, ve have been better. But ve are very vibrant in the theater and arts...' and all the time you'll be listening to this, you're thinking Mmm, yeah, mmm... Hitler, Hitler, Hitler, Hitler, Hitler...
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I did cocaine for about a year around the time of Sgt Pepper. Coke and maybe some grass to balance it out. I was never completely crazy with cocaine. I'd been introduced to it and at first it seemed OK, like anything that's new and stimulating. When you start working your way through it, you start thinking: 'Mmm, this is not so cool an idea,' especially when you start getting those terrible comedowns.
Musicians in my day had nicknames. My name was "Satchel Mouth," like a doctor's satchel. When I went to England this fellow was strictly English, and he was editor of the newspaper there. He shook my hand after I got off the train and said, "Hello, Satchmo." So right away my trombone player said, "Mmm, the man thinks you have mo' mouth than Satchel Mouth." So I was stuck with it, and it turned out all right.
Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is, " said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.
Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favourite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. Jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a Cabernet Sauvignon." "So it is, " said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.
Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.
I really hate Squires. (Syra) (She pulled another flat bolt out and loaded it, then shot it at Otto. Moving so fast he could hardly be seen, the Squire turned around and caught it without flinching. He held the bolt up to his nose and inhaled it lovingly.) Mmm. Rose. My favorite. (Otto) Perhaps we should leave you two alone. (Jess) Yeah, this does remind me a bit of the mating rites of the mean and the surly. (Allen)
He stuck the pencil over his ear, looking unconvinced. "Mmm. What position would you be the most comfortable for you?" I couldn't say aloud the answers that popped into my head at that question, but the flush that spread across my face like wildfire gave me away. He caught his lower lip in his teeth, and I was sure it was to contain a laugh. Most comfortable position? What about with my head stuck under a pillow?
Mmm, " said Ares, without turning his head. "This war on terror isn't producing enough casualties. Bringing in Iran is the obvious choice, but I don't think they've got enough fire power yet. I wonder if I could somehow antagonize Japan."... "There's always Russia, " said Ares, "but they've been harder to provoke since the end of the Cold War. Why are mortals so hung up on peace?" He shuffled through his papers. "Or maybe it's time to broaden out some of the African civil wars?
Selfish as this sounds, I meant what I said earlier, ' he finally says. I try to remember what he said, but everything is kind of a blur. 'Which part?' 'The 'I'm glad you came tonight' part.' So I'm not imagining the nudging or the sparks or what I could have sworn was his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand while we walked to his car. 'Mmm. Well in that case, I meant what I said, too.' He kicks a rock I'm two steps from tripping over out of my path. 'You said the potholes in Leslie's driveway suck.
A thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn't quite place it. But I knew it. It was---"Mmm-hmmm," Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat. God god!" she said finally, fanning her face with her hand, "I've seen it a million times but it just never gets old. Never.
Many of Islam's apologists insist that suicide bombing is not Islamic because the Koran forbids suicide. Mmm-hmm. So where are all the Muslims gathering in mass demonstrations to vehemently condemn this practice that slanders their religion? Why does contemporary Islam promote 'martyrdom' as the highest duty of Muslims? Why are photographs of suicide bombers plastered everywhere in Beirut? Because Islam is what Islam does.
Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm." She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.
What's happened is somewhere, along the line, as a society, we confused the notion of 'home' with the possibility of 'an investment opportunity'. What kind of creature wants to live in an 'investment opportunity'? Only man. The fox has his den. The bee has his hive. The stoat, has, uh... his stoat-hole... but only man chooses to make his nest in an investment opportunity. Mmm, snuggled down in the lovely credit! All warm, in the mortgage payment, mmmmm...
After a pause, he asked, 'What do you think of Nasuada's plans?' 'Mmm...she's doomed! You're doomed! They're all doomed!'She cackled, doubling over, then straightened abruptly. 'notice I didn't specify what kind of doom, so no matter what happens, I predicted it. How very wise of me.' She lifted the basket again, setting it on one hip. 'I supposed I won't see you for a while, so farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!' And with a cheery wink, she strolled off, leaving Eragon blinking and nonplussed.
Mmm.' Sebastian moaned. 'It's so delicious.' He laughed then. 'It's not the Poisonous Desert; it's the Oreo Desert.' He scooped up handfuls of dirt and stones and funneled it into his mouth. He licked his palms, his teeth grinding against rock. 'Did the plant scramble his brains?' Firen asked, her lips twitching just a smidgen. 'The plant's poison makes you delusional, ' Gabriella informed as Egnatious and Firen yanked Sebastian to his feet. 'He'll probably be a bit Looneyville for a while.
I hate them," Enna said. "Whoever is responsible for making me sleep outside without pillows, I hate them." Mmm-hmmm...," Dasha said. Rin had noticed that the Tiran girl often had trouble remembering how to speak in the morning. If Finn were here," Enna continued to mumble as she rewrapped her head cloth, "he'd let me rest my head on his chest at night. Or leg. Or arm. And then he'd find whoever was responsible for the whole sleeping outside with no pillows situation and hold him while I kicked him in the shins.
I'm so sorry. I don't think the etiquette manuals cover this sort of situation.' He leaned in close, his lips all but grazing her neck, and inhaled. 'Mmm. You smell good, too.' She nearly choked. Took a step backwards, until her back met cold stone. 'Th-thank you.' 'That's better. May I kiss you?' His finger dipped into her shirt collar, stroking the tender nape of her neck. 'I d-don't th-think that's a good idea.' 'Why not? We're alone.' His hands were at her waist. Her lungs felt tight and much too small. 'Wh-what if somebody comes in?' He considered for a moment. 'Well, I suppose they'll think I fancy grubby little boys.
Hey, hey, just a little scare.' Said Nico, backing away from a very guarded Katty. 'Gotta get used to those if your going to be a Vampire. Just wanted to see if you were on your game. As far as I can tell, you are.' Katty immediately retreated, putting her dagger back inside of her purse. Now instead of stabbing Nico in his chest, she slapped him hard across his arm. 'Jerk! Don't ever do that again! You nearly gave me a heart attack!' After her heart stopped fluttering for a moment, Katty drew her attention towards Nico and what he was wearing. Nico was lookin' pretty hot tonight. Jumping out and scaring her, now took second place. For what she saw before her was nothing less than a dark, Gothic dream. Mmm... oh yes..Yum..Yum..Yum!
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Mmm, ' Bree licked the ice cream scoop and tossed it into the sink. 'Let's just say that for the sake of the baby, Alessandro and I have reached a sort of... an... agreement, I guess.' 'Does that mean I can't punch him anymore? 'Cause that was fun.' 'Yes. It does. Sorry.' 'So are you two... ' 'No. Hell no. Not after him using Rebecca Malford as a scratching post, ' Bree grumbled, her stomach clenching tight at that little reminder. 'He's what? Alessandro and that... viper?' 'That's right.' Bree clenched her teeth. 'Rebecca and Alessandro? Oh my God. Mental bleach! I need mental bleach!' Meggie rubbed her temples. 'Yeah, keep doing that for another week and you might be where I am right about now.' 'Oh, he's a smooth one, that's for sure, ' Meggie said with a sudden smile. 'What's with that look?' 'You're so jealous, ' Bree snorted, turning away from her and taking a seat opposite of Will. 'That's ridiculous.' 'And so true.
Alessandro watched as Luke burrowed his nose in the snow and then shook his small body. 'Well, that depends on whether you want a male or a female horse.' 'Mmm. I tink I want a boy horsie. Girl horsies have babies and dat's too much trouble.' Alessandro bit back a laugh. 'Male horse it is then. Let's see. My favourite horse's name is Abbott.' 'A But?' Will asked laughing. 'Abbott, ' Alessandro corrected. 'Chimney, ' Will suddenly decided, stopping. Alessandro blinked in confusion. 'I'm sorry, did you say 'Chimney'?' 'It make sense, ' Will assured him. 'Santa come down da chimney and he is my pesent, right? So his name be Chimney.' 'I agree. Quite logical, ' Alessandro nodded. 'Well, dat one ting on my list. Der be more.' 'Duly noted, ' he said.
Yes, I just... ' Should I be honest and sound like a complete loser? Oh why the hell not? 'I have not had a kiss like that in a while.' I licked my lips. He looked me dead in the eye. 'Good.' A wave of silence crashed over us. I didn't know what to say to that. 'Well, I better get going. See you soon?' I nodded dumbly. 'Mmm-hmm.' He smiled and began to walk away. I couldn't just let him go! 'Declan!' He turned. 'Yes, Cake?' Come on, brain! Think of something! 'What should I wear? I mean, what kind of place is Shellshock?' Yes, yes, that was fine... damage averted. 'California casual.' 'Oh, ok.' I think I knew what that meant. Spend three hours getting ready to make it look like you just threw any-ol'-thing on. 'Have a nice night.' He flicked his head my way. 'You too.' Then he was gone. And then I was sad. It was ridiculous. Preposterous, even. I was going to have to come clean about the ring- eventually. I hoped he didn't bring it up because I would probably tell the poor guy my life story to get to why the ring he bought meant so much to me.
LOVIN' ME THE WAY YOU DO MY LOVE I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOU, THE WAY THAT YOU LOVE ME, BABY OH, AND I DON'T WANNA LET YOU GO, WANNA LET YOU, WANNA LET YOU GO, MY LOVE, NO I LOVE THE WAY, THE WAY THAT YOU LOVE ME, BABY MMM, OOH YOU KNOW THE WORLD, THE WORLD WOULD BE YOURS YEAH, YEAH, YEAH YEAH, HEA YES, IT WOULD THE WORLD WOULD BE YOURS OOH, HOO IT WOULD BE YOURS IF YOU'LL BELIEVE
Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like, " she teased. She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy. The Empire Strikes Back, " Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line. The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That's not romantic!" Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls. Au contraire, my dear, it's very romantic. The last scene, you know, when they're about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?" Schuyler mmm-hmmmed. And Leia leans over the ledge and says, 'I love you.'" That's cheesy, not romatic, " Schuyler argued, although she did like that part. Let me explain. What's romantic is what Han says back. Remember what he says to her? After she says 'I love you'?" Schuyler grinned. Maybe Oliver had a point. "Han says, 'I know.'" Exactly, " Oliver tapped the wheel. "He doesn't have to say anything so trite as 'I love you." Because that's already understood. And that's romantic.
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That girl didn't have a moment's peace from the day Adriano Dardano set foot in Galway and started chasing her.' Sister Brannigan said, as she led them around the convent garden. 'Nice of Francesca to stay still for him to catch her then wasn't it?' Alessandro remarked dryly. 'Mmph, ' the nun responded. 'My grandfather loved Francesca, ' Alessandro insisted. 'Far be it from me to speak ill of the dead. But let's call a spade a spade, hmm? Your grandfather was a charmer. Now perhaps he didn't realize just how naive our Francesca was and how besotted with him she was.' 'Mmm, very generous of you, ' Alessandro grumbled. 'I will say that on the times he brought some food he had made with Francesca up to the convent, it was clear he had a wonderful talent in the kitchen. Now mind ye, the Italian food was a bit rich for my taste but still, rather good.' 'I'm sure my grandfather's resting easier in his grave now that the holy sister has complimented his cooking, ' Alessandro whispered in Bree's ear making, her laugh out loud and Sister Brannigan turn to her in question.
Grover spit expertly between his teeth. "You know, Nerburn, " he said, "you're like those treaty negotiators we used to have to deal with. Always in a hurry. Sometimes there are preliminaries." "There are preliminaries and there are evasions, " I said. "Look out there." I swept my hand across the blazing, parched horizon. "We've got to get moving if we want to get up there before it's a hundred and ten degrees." "Just relax. He's just doing it the Lakota way, by laying out the history. That's how we remember our history, by telling our story, " "But does every story have to start with Columbus?" "Everything starts with Columbus. At least everything to do with white people." "But what's with the French fries?" "He likes to get rid of the salt." "No, the piles. First he insists on getting exactly twenty-eight, then he divides them into piles. It doesn't make any sense." A small smile crept across Grover's face. "How many piles?" he asked. "Four." He spit one more time onto the ground. It made a small puff of explosion in the dust. "Mmm. Twenty-eight French fries. Four piles of seven." He made a great charade of counting on his fingers. "Let's see. Four seasons. Four directions. Four stages of life. "Seven council fires. Seven sacred rituals. The moon lives for twenty-eight days. Yeah, I guess that doesn't make any sense." "That's crazy, " I said. "What is it? Some kind of Lakota French fry rosary?
IK BEN FOUTER DAN 1+1=3 PLATEN VAN MILLI VANILLI OF SYLVIE MELODIE VRAAGT GE U AF WIE? NOU, GE ZULT ME LEREN KENNEN NIET TE REMMEN OF TE TEMMEN, DUS GE ZULT ME WEL MOETEN WENNEN AAN MIJN AANWEZIGHEID, DUS IK BEN GEKOMEN OM TE BLIJVEN EN NET ALS HITLER HEB JE JAREN NODIG OM MIJ TE KUNNEN VERDRIJVEN MET NAPALM UIT VIETNAM ZET IK UW HERSENPAN IN VUUR EN VLAM EN SLACHT U RITUEEL ALS SCHAPEN TIJDENS DE RAMADAM WAT HAD JE DAN? WAT PROBEER JE TE BEWIJZEN? PROBEER HET NOG EEN KEER, IK MAAK U KLAAR OP GROOTMOEDERS WIJZE MET EEN VERBALE SAUS OM U VINGERS BIJ AF TE LIKKEN MONDJE OPEN, SLIKKEN EN BIKKEN, IK LAAT U TIEN KILO VERDIKKEN MMM SMAKELIJK, IK KOM HIER VER VAN ZAKELIJK MAAR VERMAKELIJK EN HOOFDZAKELIJK NOODZAKELIJK VERDERFELIJK, MIJN FOUTHEID IS ONSTERFELIJK CHECKT MIJNE STAMBOOM, HET IS GEWOON ERFELIJK
I said, somewhat confused, 'What's the problem?' [Kristy] rolled her eyes. Beside her, Monica said, 'Donneven.' 'Kristy.' Delia shook her head. 'This isn't the time or the place, okay?' 'The time or the place for what?' Caroline asked. 'There is never, ' Kristy said adamantly, 'a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.' 'Throbbing?' my mother said, leaning forward and looking at me. 'Who's throbbing?' 'Macy and Wes, ' Kristy told her. 'We are not, ' I said indignantly. 'Kristy, ' Delia said helplessly. 'Please God I'm begging you, not now.' 'Wait a second, wait a second.' Caroline held her hands up. 'Kristy. Explain.' 'Yes, Kristy, ' my mother said, but she was looking at me. Not really mad as much as confused. Join the club, I thought. 'Explain.' Bert said, 'This ought to be good.' Kristy ignored him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 'Wes wants to be with Macy. And Macy, whether she'll admit it or not, wants to be with Wes. And yet they're not together, which is not only unjust, but really, when you think about it, tragical.' 'That's not a word, ' Bert pointed out. 'It is now, ' she said. 'How else can you explain a situation where Wes, a truly extraordinary boy, would be sent packing in favor of some brainiac loser... ' 'Why, ' I said, feeling embarrassed, 'do we have to keep talking about this?' 'Because it's tragical!' Kristy said... 'I'll tell you what it is. It's wrong. You should be with Wes, Macy. The whole time you guys were hanging out, talking about how you were both with other people, it was so obvious to everyone. It was even obvious to Wes. You were the only one who couldn't see it, just like you can't see it now.' 'Mmm-hmm, ' Monica said aloud.