ellauri102.html on line 66: Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
ellauri106.html on line 396: "No, I don't have a religious bone in my body," Roth said.
ellauri107.html on line 484: Finkelstein asserted that five dollars was not too great a sum, not for a really high-class lighter which was suitably nickeled and provided with connections of the very best quality. “I always say—and believe me, I base it on a pretty fairly extensive mercantile experience—the best is the cheapest in the long run. Of course if a fellow wants to be a Jew about it, he can get cheap junk, but in the long RUN, the cheapest thing is—the best you can get! Now you take here just th' other day: I got a new top for my old boat and some upholstery, and I paid out a hundred and twenty-six fifty, and of course a lot of fellows would say that was too much—Lord, if the Old Folks—they live in one of these hick towns up-state and they simply can't get onto the way a city fellow's mind works, and then, of course, they're Jews, and they'd lie right down and die if they knew Sid had anted up a hundred and twenty-six bones. But I don't figure I was stuck, George, not a bit. Machine looks brand new now—not that it's so darned old, of course; had it less 'n three years, but I give it hard service; never drive less 'n a hundred miles on Sunday and, uh—Oh, I don't really think you got stuck, George. In the LONG run, the best is, you might say, it's unquestionably the cheapest.”
ellauri108.html on line 379: Solomons hubris, his tragic flaw, is the meat and bone of the Ethiopian bible, the Kebra Nagast, which, translated, is the glory of the kings. In this work, unlike the King James' bible, we see King Solomon struggling with his own mortality. Bayna-Lehkem, or David, as he is called by Solomon because of likeness to the boy's grandfather, King David, is a man of virtue who will extend his glory to Ethiopia. So, Solomon's weakness for women, which brings about his dissolution, gives him the thing he is truly seeking: a son to walk his own footsteps, like Shakespeare's Hamnet, a son wiser, by dint of his virtue, than himself. A son wiser than himself, that sounds rather like a stone too big to both create and throw. Solomon is disinherited by the lord when he marries the daughter of the Pharaoh and worships her golden insect idols. A hairy spider on its back. For this he is punished severely. We discern his absolute nihilism. His ultimate disillusionment. Knowledge is nothing but sorrow. He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow. In the bitter nutmeat of the Ecclesiastes. Who was the mother? Of course, Queen Sheba. She was, by all reports, black.
ellauri117.html on line 245: So the two men began to struggle together. They were very dissimilar. Birkin was tall and narrow, his bones were very thin and fine. Gerald was much heavier and more plastic. His bones were strong and round, his limbs were rounded, all his contours were beautifully and fully moulded. He seemed to stand with a proper, rich weight on the face of the earth, whilst Birkin seemed to have the centre of gravitation in his own middle. And Gerald had a rich, frictional kind of strength, rather mechanical, but sudden and invincible, whereas Birkin was abstract as to be almost intangible. He impinged invisibly upon the other man, scarcely seeming to touch him, like a garment, and then suddenly piercing in a tense fine grip that seemed to penetrate into the very quick of Gerald´s being.
ellauri119.html on line 444: In Buddhism, Kāma Sutra is sensuous, sexual love. It is an obstacle on the path to enlightenment, since it is selfish. Karuṇā is compassion and mercy, which reduces the suffering of others. It is complementary opposite to wisdom and is necessary for enlightenment. Adveṣa and mettā are benevolent love. This love is unconditional and requires considerable self-acceptance. This is quite different from ordinary love, which is usually about attachment and sex and which rarely occurs without self-interest. Instead, Buddhism recommends detachment and unselfish interest in others' welfare. Gandhi could sleep naked with young sweetypies without penetrating them. Did he so much as get a boner? The story does not tell. Mrs Gandhi did not approve. They screeched to one another like a pair of seagulls. Wonder what the young sweetypies thought of it. Scary and frustrating at once I bet. Being perfectly in love with God or Krishna makes one perfectly free from material contamination and this is the ultimate way of salvation or liberation. In this tradition, salvation or liberation is considered inferior to love, and just an incidental by-product. Being absorbed in Love for God is considered to be the perfection of life.
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There are fashions in writing, just as there are in clothes. The modern trend, particularly for genre or YA fiction, but increasingly in literary fiction too, is to start the story with the main character on the first page, and to start with the inciting incident. No backstory before chapter three, and then pare it to the bone. "YA" most likely stands for young adult. There hardly is a brand of monkeys that are stupider than young adults. Except YA writers. Give them a dildo and it will keep them occupied for hours.
ellauri142.html on line 174: While some lodges have a regionalized, secret lexicon, the most famous secret Masonic word is “Ma-ha-boner,” or “Mahabone.” This word is commonly known to mean “The lodge doors are open.”
ellauri142.html on line 176: Some say that Maha was taken from Hebrew, meaning, “What a boner.” Some say its origins are from the Sanskrit “Möhömaha,” meaning potbelly, or lord.
ellauri144.html on line 410: When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, Kun luut on nilltä kaluttu ja puhtaat menneet,
ellauri151.html on line 441: If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times. Reason is language — Logos; I gnaw on this marrowbone and will gnaw myself to death over it. It is still always dark over these depths for me: I am still always awaiting an apocalyptic angel with a key to this abyss. Help us translate this quote!
ellauri156.html on line 812: That is precisely what the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ does for us. We were dead in our trespasses and sins (Ephesians 2:1-3). We were blinded to the immensity of our sins (2 Corinthians 4:4). The coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, His perfect life, His innocent and sacrificial death, His literal and physical resurrection are all historical events. But the gospel is also a story, a true story. When we read the New Testament Gospels, we read a story that is even more dramatic, more amazing, more disturbing than the story Nathan told David. When we see the way unbelieving men treated our Lord, we should be shocked, horrified, and angered. We should cry out, “They deserve to die!” And that they do. But the Gospel is not written only to show us their sins -- those who actually heard Jesus and cried, “Crucify Him, Crucify Him” -- it is written so that the Spirit of God can cry out in our hearts, “Thou art the man! Yo mon!” When we see the way men treated Jesus, we see the way we would treat him, if he were here. We see how we treat him today. With laughter and ridicule. And that, my friend, reveals the immensity of our sin, and the immensity of our need for repentance and forgiveness. Words, words, words. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
ellauri159.html on line 1289: You are a conceptualizer who tends to explore a narrow topic deeply. Guys like you take a systems approach, rather than a linear one, during the planning stage. They do a website not just a text! You start a project early to test the concept, then quickly drive toward the conclusion. Once the competitors´ bones are in place, you further develop the content, adding facts to flesh out their ideas. You may find it useful during revision to challenge yourself to consider alternatives, rather than locking yourself in to your original premise. Oh, why bother, since you got it all figured out already.
ellauri171.html on line 556: Stone knife with bone handle was a common tool in ancient times.
ellauri180.html on line 525: Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; Kuoli, liha ja luut jäi hautaamatta,
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ellauri196.html on line 212: Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Vaientakaa koiran haukkuminen ydinluulla,
ellauri198.html on line 459: One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare, Kankea ja sokko heppa, takkukarvanen,
ellauri219.html on line 973: The Rockettes were created in 1925, but the first non-white Rockette, a Japanese-born woman named Setsuko Maruhashi, was not hired until 1985. The Rockettes did not allow dark-skinned dancers into the dance line until 1987. The justification for this policy was that such women would supposedly distract from the consistent look of the dance group.The first African American Rockette was Jennifer Jones; selected in 1987, she made her debut in 1988 at the Super Bowl halftime show. The next person with a visible but different disability hired by the Rockettes (Sydney Mesher, missing a left hand) was hired in 2019. The first Rockette with hairy bollocks and a huge boner remains to be hired yet.
ellauri222.html on line 125: We came up the walk, between the slow, thought-brewing, beat-up old heads, liver-spotted, of choked old blood salts and wastes, hard and bone-bare domes, or swollen, the elevens of sinews up on collarless necks crazy with the assaults of Kansas heats and Wyoming freezes, and with the strains of kitchen toil, Far West digging, Cincinnati retailing, Omaha slaughtering, peddling, harvesting, laborious or pegging enterprise from whale-sized to infusorial that collect into the labor of the nation.
ellauri222.html on line 761: Though in some ways separated from American society, Bellow's protagonists also strongly connect their identity with America. Augie begins his adventures by claiming, "I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city." Almost all of Bellow's novels take place in an American city, most often Chicago or New York. Through his depiction of urban reality, Bellow anchors his novels in the actual world, and he uses the city as his central metaphor for contemporary materialism. Although recognizing the importance of history and memory, Bellow's novels maintain a constant engagement with the present moment. His characters move in the real world, confronting sensuous images of urban chaos and clutter that often threaten to overwhelm them. Looking down on the Hudson River, Tommy Wilhelm sees "tugs with matted beards of cordage" and "the red bones of new apartments rising on the bluffs." Sammler denounces contemporary New Yorkers for the "free ways of barbarism" that they practice beneath the guise of "civilized order, property rights [and] refined technological organization." In Humboldt's Gift, which is replete with images of cannibalism and vampirism, Charlie Citrone sees Von Trenck, the source of his material success, as "the blood-scent that attracted the sharks of Chicago." Acknowledging the influence of the city on his fiction, Bellow himself has remarked, "I don't know how I could possibly separate my knowledge of life such as it is, from the city. I could no more tell you how deeply it's gotten into my bones than the lady who paints radium dials in the clock factory can tell you." However, although the city serves to identify the deterministic social pressures that threaten to destroy civilization, Bellow's heroes refuse to become its victims and instead draw on their latent nondeterministic resources of vitality to reassert their uniquely American belief in individual freedom, as well as their faith in the possibility of community.
ellauri222.html on line 1019: "But a new enemy has come, and, like the buffalo on the far western plains, his numbers are past counting. When one is slain five grow in his place. When Manitou made the white man he planted in his soul the wish to possess all the earth, and he strives night and day to achieve his wish. While he lives he does not turn back, and dead, his bones claim the ground in which they lie. He may be afraid of the forest and the warrior. The growl of the bear and the scream of the panther may make him tremble, but, trembling, he yet comes."
ellauri236.html on line 428: “I know women,” he said with a sneer. “They’d do anything to stuff their face. I feel a boner coming. Call Anna." (Anna is the big mouthed one.) “That you, Anna?” Pete asked while Eddie watched him. “This is Pete. Come here quick. Something’s come up important. I want you over here right away. No, I don’t promise it’s a blow job, but it might lead to one. You’ll come? Okay, I’m waiting for you,” and he hung up.
ellauri241.html on line 584: My parents' bones are in their dusty urns Vanhempieni luut pyörivät pölyisissä uurnissaan
ellauri241.html on line 1533: Thy fragile bones to unknown burial.
ellauri243.html on line 171: 1. Anaconda 2. Baloney pony 3. Birdie 4. Bobby 5. Boonga 6. Cack 7. Choad 8. Choda 9. Chode 10. Chopper 11. Cock 12. Crank 13. Custard launcher 14. Dick 15. Dicklet 16. Diddly 17. Dingaling 18. Ding-a-ling 19. Ding-dong 20. Dinger 21. Dingle 22. Dingus 23. Dingy 24. Dink 25. Dinkle 26. Dipstick 27. Dirk 28. Disco stick 29. Dog bone 30. Dong 31. Donger 32. Donkey Kong 33. Doodle 34. Dork 35. Down 36. Fire hose 37. Fuckpole 38. Gherkin 39. Hairy canary 40. Hammer 41. Hot rod 42. Hooter 43. Jade stalk 44. Jamoke 45. Jigger 46. Jimmy 47. Jock 48. Johnson 49. John Thomas 50. Joystick 51. Kielbasa 52. Knob 53. Lad 54. Langer 55. Lingam 56. Love muscle 57. Love stick 58. Love truncheon 59. Machine 60. Master John Goodfellow 61. Male member 62. Manhood 63. Maypole 64. Meat 65. Meat puppet 66. Meat rod 67. Meatstick 68. Meat stick 69. Member 70. Membrum virile 71. Nature’s scythe 72. Old chap 73. One-eyed trouser snake 74. Organ 75. Package 76. Pecker 77. Peen 78. Pee-pee 79. Pee-wee 80. Pego 81. Penis 82. Peter 83. Phallus 84. Pickle 85. Piece 86. Pike 87. Pingas 88. Pink cigar 89. Pintle 90. Pipe 91. Pisser 92. Pizzle 93. Plonker 94. Pork sword 95. Prick 96. Pud 97. Putz 98. P-word 99. Python 100. Ramrod 101. Rape tool 102. Rod 103. Root 104. Rutter 105. Salami 106. Sausage 107. Schlong 108. Schmuck 109. Sex tool 110. Shaft 111. Shlong 112. Shmekl 113. Skin flute 114. Snake 115. Snausage 116. Spitstick 117. Stretcher 118. Swipe 119. Tadger 120. Tagger 121. Tail 122. Tallywacker 123. Tarse 124. Thing 125. Thingy 126. Third leg 127. Todger 128. Tool 129. Trouser monkey 130. Trouser snake 131. Truncheon 132. Tube steak 133. Unit 134. Virile member 135. Wang 136. Weapon 137. Wee-wee 138. Weenie 139. Weeny 140. Whang 141. Wick 142. Widgie 143. Widdler 144. Wiener 145. Willie 146. Willy 147. Wingwang 148. Winkle 149. Winky 150. Yard 151. Ying-yang 152. January Nelson.
ellauri243.html on line 177: 1. Addressing the court 2. BJ 3. Bagpiping 4. Basket lunch 5. Beej 6. Blowie 7. Blowing the love whistle 8. Bobbing for apples 9. Bone-lipping 10. Buccal onanism 11. Brentwood hello 12. Charming the snake 13. Climbing the corporate ladder 14. Cock-gobbling 15. Copping a doodle 16. Courting the gay vote 17. Drinking a slurpee 18. Dropping on it 19. Earning your keep 20. Essin’ the dee 21. Face-frosting 22. Fellatio 23. Fluting 24. French abortion 25. Gator mouth 26. Getting a facial 27. Getting a lewinsky 28. Getting a throat culture 29. Getting to the cream filling 30. Giving cone 31. Giving face 32. Giving head 33. Gobbling pork 34. Going down 35. Gumming the root 36. Punching 37. Giving Big Jim and the twins a bath 38. Giving brain 39. Giving head 40. Gum-rooting 41. Gumming the green bean 42. Head job 43. Honkin’ bobo 44. Huffing bone 45. Hummer 46. Interrogating the prisoner 47. Kneeling at the altar 48. Knob job 49. Larking 50. Laying some lip 51. Licking the lollipop 52. Making mouth music 53. Making the blind see 54. Meeting with Mr. One-Eye 55. Mouth-fucking 56. Mouth-holstering the nightstick 57. Mouth-milking 58. Mouth-to-junk resuscitation 59. Opening wide for Dr. Chunky 60. Oral sodomy 61. Peeling the banana 62. Penilingus 63. Piston job 64. Playing pan’s pipes 65. Playing the pink oboe 66. Playing the skin flute 67. Pole-smoking 68. Polishing the trailer hitch 69. Pricknicking 70. Protein milkshake 71. Receiving holy communion 72. Respecting your superiors 73. Sampling the sausage 74. Scooby-snacking 75. Secretarial duties 76. Singing to the choir 77. Skull-buggery 78. Skull-fucking 79. Slobbin’ the knob 80. Smiling at Mr. Winky 81. Smoking the pink pipe 82. Smoking pole 83. Southern France 84. Speaking into the bonophone 85. Speaking low genitals 86. Spit-shining a baseball bat 87. Spraying the tonsils 88. Sucking off 89. Sucky-ducky 90. Suck-starting the Harley 91. Swallowing the baloney pony 92. Sword-wwallowing 93. Taking one’s temp with a meat thermometer 94. Talking into the mic 95. Telling it to the judge 96. Waxing the carrot 97. Worshiping at the altar 98. Wringing it dry 99. Yaffling the yogurt cannon 100. Zipper dinner
ellauri249.html on line 160: ("Shameful indeed to do, but so that I don't burst with this boner,
ellauri270.html on line 548: "I'm sorry about getting in your face there, sir, but we get a lot of trespassers and thieves these days, what with the economy going to shit and all. The sheriff is doing his best, but this is a big county and a big ranch, and his department's been slashed to the bone... but its a good thing too, on the other hand, no big government you know. Like I said, we've had a lot of trespassers over the past couple years," Andorsen said. "Even had some cattle rustlers a while back." "And you like to deal with them yourself, instead of calling the sheriff?" Fid asked. He nodded. "Sounds like the way it should be done." "Bet your ass," Andorsen said. "Nothing beats taking the law in your own hands. Playing sheriff, judge and hangman in one big fat person. Personally, I like the hangman part best."
ellauri276.html on line 906: Ploughs may not spare the bones of the dead. Aurani ei saa säästää kuolleiden luita.
ellauri276.html on line 916: What if it turn up a bone or two? Mitä väliä jos se rikkoo luun tai 2?
ellauri300.html on line 79: Si snart Boris kom hem gick han raka vägen till sitt lilla hönshus. Reytze klagade bittert över att han lät maten kallna men han lugnade henne med ett vänligt ord. I det här rummet med Den heliga arken, kandelabern och en bokhylla fylld med heliga böcker kände han sig hemma. Det var här han mötte sin ensamhet, det här var hans borg. Han hade ofta tänkt att han skulle vilja sluta sina dagar i ett rum som detta. Här fanns det en låspulpet och en sjuarmad ljusstake; på en bokhylla stod en åttaarmad Chanukka- lampa. Här hade han en skriftrulle och en pekpinne, ett vädurshorn, en vit slidedräkt, en citronask och olika sorters sällsynta judiska antikviteter och värdefulla rituella föremål. Det fanns en speciell lukt här: han tyckte att det doftade av kryddor och av Evas lustgård. Han tog av sig bonesjalen och suckade. Han satte fast läderremmen till en bonekapsel runt sin vänstra arm och fylldes av skam inför universums herre. Han tjänade redan tio gånger mer än han verkligen behövde. Varifrån hade han fått sitt penningbegär? Är det i våran DNA? Vad skulle han göra med alla sina pengar? Ta dem med sig i graven? Han lindade läderremmen runt fingrarna och läste den föreskrivna meditationen och han koncentrerade sig på ordens innebörd: "Jag skall trolova mig med dig för evigt, jag skall trolova mig med dig i rättfärdighet och rättvisa, godhet och barmhärtighet, jag skall trolova mig med dig i huldhet; och jag skall snart känna Guds stenhårda stake därbak."
ellauri301.html on line 240: She returned to the mainland on 30 September 1668 with her three children. Suffering from alcoholism, she left the Castle in the settlement to be with her family in their kraals. In February 1669 she was imprisoned unjustly for immoral behavior at the Castle and then banished to Robben Island. This was likely the result of the strict anti-alcohol laws the VOC had passed to govern the local population after they introduced higher proof European liquors. One of Van Riebeeck´s nieces, Elizabeth Van Opdorp, adopted Krotoa´s children after she was banished. She returned to the mainland on many occasions, only to find herself once more banished to Robben Island. In May 1673 she was allowed to baptise a child on the mainland. Three of her children survived. She died 31 years old on 29 July 1674 in the Cape and was buried on 30 September 1674 in the Castle in the Fort. However, roughly a hundred years later, her bones were removed to an unmarked grave.
ellauri301.html on line 244: She returned to the mainland on 30 September 1668 with her three children. Suffering from alcoholism, she left the Castle in the settlement to be with her family in their kraals. In February 1669 she was imprisoned unjustly for immoral behavior at the Castle and then banished to Robben Island. This was likely the result of the strict anti-alcohol laws the VOC had passed to govern the local population after they introduced higher proof European liquors. One of Van Riebeeck´s nieces, Elizabeth Van Opdorp, adopted Krotoa´s children after she was banished. She returned to the mainland on many occasions, only to find herself once more banished to Robben Island. In May 1673 she was allowed to baptise a child on the mainland. Three of her children survived. She died on 29 July 1674 in the Cape and was buried on 30 September 1674 in the Castle in the Fort. However, roughly a hundred years later, her bones were removed to an unmarked grave.
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ellauri302.html on line 266: Basha, runs over. Come. Let's splash each other... Let's sprinkle handfuls of raindrops over each other. Lets give the whole male audience a huge boner!
ellauri309.html on line 302: nastiness, but it still disgusts me. Sticks and stones may break your bones.
ellauri336.html on line 366: Just came across this post. My mother, Nechama bat Nissan, of blessed memory told me that the reason women from Eastern Europe shaved their heads was that during the pogroms the Russian soldiers would crash a Jewish wedding; kidnap the bride, and rape her. The woman would shave her head to be unattractive to the Russian beast. But did it really work? Nowadays everyone seems to be shaving between their legs, has that ever cooled anybody's boner down?
ellauri342.html on line 495: Ribboned sleeves, unnecessary buttons: Nyöritettyjä hihoja, koristenappeja,
ellauri342.html on line 593: Uhrit on kilon palasina 12 eri rodessa, ja "bones" selvittää niiden elämäntarinan pikku hiukkasista jotka löytyvät luupin alle jostain jätekasasta. Toukat ryömivät ja röyhtäilevät ruumiinosissa ja karhunkakkaläjiä seulotaan latexhanskat käsissä. Yäk yäk yäk, mutta silti hurjan jänskä tarina! Sentään jenkkisarjoissa saadaan iloisesti herkutella väkivallalla ja nauraa ruumiinpaloille. Kunhan ei näytetä päähenkilöiden panoa, se hujauttaisi ikärajan tappiin heti paikalla.
ellauri351.html on line 690: Hobsbawm opiskeli Prinz Heinrich- Gymnasium Berlinissä (nykyään Friedrich-List-School), kun natsipuolue tuli valtaan vuonna 1933. Samana vuonna perhe muutti Lontooseen, missä Hobsbawm ilmoittautui St Marylebone Grammar Schooliin. Hänen muuttonsa Saksasta loi väärän uskomuksen, että Hobsbawm oli pakolainen, joka säilyi koko hänen elämänsä, vaikka hän itse asiassa oli syntymästään britti isänsä kansalaisuuden vuoksi.
ellauri373.html on line 113: Si suicidò prima della morte di Bruto alla battaglia di Filippi, si dice inghiottendo carbone acceso. Nella tragedia di Shakespeare Giulio Cesare, il nome è scritto come Portia e viene fatta morire inghiottendo del fuoco (nielemällä kuumia hiiliä). Eräs suosittu spekulaatio on, että Porcia riisti henkensä polttamalla hiiltä tuulettamattomassa huoneessa, jolloin hän sai häkämyrkytyksen. Lei e Bruto ebbero un figlio, che morì ancora infante nel 43 a.C.
ellauri378.html on line 315: And bones bleaching in the sunlight.
xxx/ellauri087.html on line 463: Eliot also alludes to the lines near the end of Marvell's poem, "Let us roll all our strength and all / Our sweetness up into one ball", with his lines, "To have squeezed the universe into a ball / To roll it toward some overwhelming question," as Prufrock questions whether or not such an act of daring would have been worth it. Eliot returns to Marvell in The Waste Land with the lines "But at my back in a cold blast I hear / The rattle of the bones" (Part III, line 185) and "But at my back from time to time I hear / The sound of horns and motors" (Part III, line 196).
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 1045: Many a true word is spoken in jest, especially about the kinship between eros and thanatos. FUCK! KILL! Puuttuu enää EAT! The two closest glimpses Humbert gives us of his own self-hatred are not without their death wish—made explicit in the closing paragraphs—and their excremental aspects: "I am lanky, big-boned, wooly-chested Humbert Humbert, with thick black eyebrows and a queer accent, and a cesspoolful of rotting monsters behind his slow boyish smile." Two hundred pages later: "The turquoise blue swimming pool some distance behind the lawn was no longer behind that lawn, but within my thorax, and my organs swam in it like excrements in the blue sea water in Nice." And then there's the offhand aside "Since (as the psychotherapist, as well as the rapist, will tell you) the limits and rules of such girlish games are fluid …" in which it takes a moment to notice that "therapist" and "the rapist" are in direct apposition.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 140: Eliskä tää nymfettiaihe oli Vladia henk.koht. lähellä. Sally Horner gave horny JJ Humbert a boner.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 157: Marion Mathie, Neiti Lebone
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 683: And sticks and stones might break your bones
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 620: In 1797, Coleridge was living at Nether Stowey, a village in the foothills of the Quantocks. However, due to ill health, he had "retired to a lonely farm house between Porlock and Lynton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire". It is unclear whether the interruption took place at Culbone Parsonage (Culbone, penisluu, hehe) or at Ash Farm. (Ass farm, puofarmi, hehe.) Jossain sillä välillä takuulla. He described the incident in his first publication of the poem, writing about himself in the third person:
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 739: Shall I give you Miss Brawn? She is about my height—with a fine style of countenance of the lengthen'd sort—she wants sentiment in every feature—she manages to make her hair look well—her nostrills are fine—though a little painful—her mouth is bad and good—her Profil is better than her full-face which indeed is not full but pale and thin without showing any bone—Her shape is very graceful and so are her movements—her Arms are good her hands badish—her feet tolerable—she is not seventeen—but she is ignorant—monstrous in her behaviour flying out in all directions, calling people such names—that I was forced lately to make use of the term Minx—this is I think not from any innate vice but from a penchant she has for acting stylishly. I am however tired of such style and shall decline any more of it".
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 141: "Who pluck off their skin from off them, and their flesh from off their bones; Who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them; and they break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron." -- Micah 3:2-3
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 143: "Heap on wood, kindle the fire, consume the flesh, and spice it well, and let the bones be burned. Then set it empty upon the coals thereof, that the brass of it may be hot, and may burn, and that the filthiness of it may be molten in it, that the scum of it may be consumed. She hath wearied herself with lies, and her great scum went not forth out of her: her scum shall be in the fire. -- Ezekiel 24:10-12
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 326: They were married on 6 September 1791 at St Marylebone Parish Church, then a plain small building, having returned to England for the purpose and Sir William having gained the King's consent. She was twenty-six and he was sixty. Although she was obliged to use her legal name of Amy Lyon on the marriage register, the wedding gave her the title Lady Hamilton which she would use for the rest of her life. Hamilton's public career was now at its height and during their visit he was inducted into the Privy Council. Shortly after the ceremony, Romney painted his last portrait of Emma from life, The Ambassadress, after which he plunged into a deep depression and drew a series of frenzied sketches of Emma.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 354: Nelson had been offered the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet, and they rushed to have Horatia christened at Marylebone Parish Church before he left. On her baptism record, her name was recorded as Horatia Nelson Thompson, and her date of birth falsely recorded as 29 October 1800 in order to continue the pretence that she had been born in Naples and was godchild of Emma and Nelson, according to Kate Williams and based on an unpublished letter; however the only publicly available transcription of the record shows 29 October 1801. Nelson later wrote a letter explaining that the child was an orphan "left to his care and protection" in Naples.
xxx/ellauri166.html on line 135: Black cat bone R
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 960: An’ the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones; vituttava brittisade jäätää luut ja ytimet;
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 266: Lowell married the novelist and short-story writer Jean Stafford in 1940. Before their marriage, in 1938, Lowell and Stafford were in a serious car crash, in which Lowell was at the wheel, that left Stafford permanently scarred, while Lowell walked away unscathed. The impact crushed Stafford's nose and cheekbone and required her to undergo multiple reconstructive surgeries. No wonder they had a tormented marriage.
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 97: Or sleep, a boy of meager bone.
xxx/ellauri218.html on line 152: The actress Pert Keaton who played Wilma got blacklisted due to the fact that her husband Ralph had, many years earlier, marched in a May Day parade. Pert had never even voted in her life. Audrey who plays Wilma in the TV series is pretty enough to eat, with her elaborate 40's hairdo and wide collared tight waisted smock that shows her swan neck and halfmoon breasts to best advantage. If I could get a boner I'd love to get one with her. Maybe Debbie should share time with Audrey Meadows. Yxi miinus kuitenkin: se poltti kuin korsteeni, siihen se sitten kuolikin.
xxx/ellauri224.html on line 513: Dude, Where's My Car? is a 2000 American boner comedy film directed by Danny Lipsanen. The film stars Jared Kutshner and Sean Penn (just back from Ukraine: Zelensky was not at home) as two best friends who find themselves unable to remember where they parked their vehicle after a night of recklessness. Supporting cast members include some busty chicks as usual. Though the film was banned by most critics, it was a box office success and has managed to achieve a cult status, partially from frequent airings on cable television. The film's title became a minor pop culture saying, and was commonly reworked in various pop cultural contexts during the 2000s. Release date December 15, 2000. Budget $13 million. Box office $73.2 million.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 41: Is it not true that, bereft of all sense of decency and ethical restraints, both these miscreants then emptied on the rocks of lifeless Earth six barrels of gelatinous glue, rancid, plus two cans of albuminous paste, spoiled, and that to this ooze they added some curdled ribose, pentose, and levulose, and-as though that filth were not enough-they poured upon it three large jugs of a mildewed solution of amino acids, then stirred the seething swill with a coal shovel twisted to the left, and also used a poker, likewise bent in the same direction, as a consequence of which the proteins of all future organisms on Earth were LEFT-handed?! And finally, is it not true that God, suffering at the time from a boner and moreover egged on by Lorrd, who was reeling from an excessive intake of intoxicants, did willfully and knowingly jerk off into that protoplasmal matter, and, having infected it thereby with the most virulent viruses, guffawed that he had thus breathed 'the fucking breath of life' into those miserable evolutionary be ginnings?!
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 412: Each day I used my collar bones Joka päivä käytin solisluitani
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 451: One of them, pictured above, died in prison. Her body was dragged outside by the guards and fed to the village mechanical rats. Several weeks later, the remaining bones were thrown in a nearby trash can. Served them right!
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 272: Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect, Silti ev'n nämä luut loukkauksesta suojella,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 288: Bite to the blood and burn into the bone, Puree veripipejä ja polttaa luuhun asti,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1801: Under the last rib, sheer through bulk and bone,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2564: Yea to the bone, yea to the blood and all.
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xxx/ellauri304.html on line 541: Liberals are always writing searing indictments. Warren is no ass-kissing liberal. Or was. For now he is just a carcass for burying beetles, or a heap of bones, or a matchbox full of ash. This is a one-sentence summary of his masterpiece, Temple Dogs:
xxx/ellauri314.html on line 309: 12 and her being in front of the camera made HIM bone hard up front. Mimi is small
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 116: Steven Godin 1. kesäkuuta 2020 2,5/5. Saatuani kynnet alas liitutaulua - tyyppisen fiilixen 90-vuotiaasta miehestä, jonka boner on ajatuxenakin luotaantyöntävä, ajattelin itsekseni: "Oikein, nyt se on pois tieltä, tämä ON García Márquez, josta puhumme Tässä, olen turvallisissa käsissä, älä huoli, tästä tulee kunnollista luettavaa." Tai näin ainakin toivoin.
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 118: Tämän novellin kertoo ikääntyvä vuokratyttöjen tuntija. Vietettyään elinikänsä prostituoitujen kanssa (heitä oli tarkalleen 514, ennen kuin sekosin laskuissa) nimetön toimittaja kuvittelee mukavan nuoren neitsyen 90-vuotissyntymäpäiväänsä. Ensimmäisenä monista kerroista hän astuu huoneeseen löytääkseen valitun 14-vuotiaan tytön, joka on ilkialasti ja unessa. Ajan myötä hänellä on pakkomielle hiänestä; hän kirjoittaa kolumneja, jotka saavat lukijansa kiihtymään; suutelee häntä sieltä sun täältä ja lukee hänelle omia juttujasn hänen nukkuessaan. Mutta ei koskaan viimeistele suhdetta seksuaalisesti tai näe häntä hereillä. Koko skenaario, jossa tällainen iäkäs mies halusi nukkua jonkun niin nuoren sängyssä kurttuinen muna puoliveteessä, vain tyrmäsi minut, mutta tämä ei ollut sen suurin ongelma. Yksinkertaisesti sanottuna se oli mielestäni tylsä ja laiska. Kertojan nokkeluus ja viehätys eivät riittäneet tasapainottamaan hänen päämäärättömyytensä yksitoikkoisuutta, ja valitettavasti sen seurauksena en koskaan tuntenut mitään ketään asianosaista kohtaan, en edes pientä nytkähdystä, saati boneria. Olisi voinut toimia paremmin, jos olisin yrittänyt katsoa asioita päähenkilön näkökulmasta, mutta päätin olla tekemättä. En halunnut olla hänen mielessään, hänen housuissaan tai sängyssään. Ehkä siinä oli se vika.
xxx/ellauri385.html on line 605: The bones of all their pride.— Niiden kaikki ylpeilevät penisluut. ---
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