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Updated: May 18, 2025
Hi, hi!..." He hailed a taxi-cab, and, without waiting to hear what Henry had to say, bundled him into it. "Lord," he exclaimed, as he leant back in the cab, "it's years an' years an' years since I saw you. Well, what do you think of this for a bally war, eh? Millions of 'em ... all smackin' each other. I'm going out soon!"
"M-m-m-m!" says Warrie, smackin' his lips. "Remember the ones we roasted that day?" "'Deed I do," says she. "You didn't want to try 'em at first." "Wasn't I all kinds of a chump, though?" says he. "And that first chicken pillau you made! Say! "You know," says Warrie, turnin' to Gladys, "it was Valentina who actually knocked out that rheumatism of mine.
"I'll do it," exclaimed Jasperson, "I'll do it, sure!" "Has she a pretty hand?" I asked. "Has she a pretty hand!" echoed the lover, in disdainful tones, "She has the hand of a queen! The Empress of Roosia ain't got a whiter nor a finer hand! Miss Birdie ain't done no harder work than smackin' a kid that needs it." "I've heard," said I, "that she can smack hard."
And then he exclaimed, "Don't yo' believe these words? Ah, 'tis nowt unless yo' believe; you might be eating th' dumplins and smackin' your lips on th' apples, but if you doan't believe, yo'll say it's a dream. Wake up, and believe naa, and you'll foind your maath is full of good things."
That, said he, a smackin his lips, and lookin at its sparklin top, and layin back his head, and tippin off a horn mug brim full of it that, said he, and his eyes twinkled agin, for it was plaguy strong, that is the produce of my own orchard. Well, I said, minister, says I, I never see you a swiggin it out of that are horn mug, that I don't think of one of your texts.
"Keep that dratted thing out of my face, won't you?" shrieked the agonized Bailey. "How'm I goin' to see to steer with that smackin' me between the eyes every other second?" "Hey? Did you speak to me?" asked the widow sweetly. "Did I SPEAK? No, I screeched! What in tunket " "I want you to see this picture of the mayor's house in Blazeton.
"Fellow-critters: I'se ordered here to say dat you must stop dat dam noise dare. You hear? Stop dat dam smackin' ob de lips! Massa Stubb say dat you can fill your dam bellies up to de hatchings, but by Gor! you must stop dat dam racket!"
I sings out to the F.O. that I was disc , but what wi' the bullets smackin' into the walls, the shells passin' over us, the Coal-Boxes bursting around, an' the trenches belting off at their hardest, the F.O. didn't 'ear me an' I 'ad to crawl up the stairs to 'im. Just as I got to the top a shrap burst, an' the bullets came smashin' an' tearin' down thro' the tiles an' rafters.
It do seem nateral to me, for when our young niggars go sparkin' and spendin' evenings, dey most commonly marries. It stand to reason. But, Massa, I is bery bad indeed wid dis dreadful pain in my infernal parts I is indeed. Oh," said he, smackin' his lips, and drainin' his glass, "dat is def to a white man, but life to a niggar; dat is sublime.
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