half-spiled

Updated: May 11, 2025

When he did it, all the little words inside of me began to foam and fizzle like sedlitz; out they came, biting, in mouthfuls, and streams, and squirts, backwards, sideways, and through my nose. "'Here! you infernal half-spiled, dog-robbing walloper, I says; 'you don't know enough to drive puddle ducks to a pond. You quit heaving that quirt or I'll harm you past healing.

Rex Ellingwood Beach - Pardners