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Bluekait said:
anda filthy Mudblood! anda starvelling, anda eel-skin, anda dried neat’s-tongue, anda bull’s-pizzle, anda stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, anda sheath, anda bow-case, anda vile standing tuck! That batang of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with puding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Let's see, I've walked the dog, cleaned my room, gone shopping and gossiped with my friends...Nope, this senarai doesn't say that I'm required to talk to you. The Village just called. They berkata they were missing their town idiot, I couldn't really understand them, but I think they were saying the name was yours. If anda ran 1,000,000 miles to see the boy/girl of your dreams, what would anda say when anda got there? Wow, anda looked a lot hotter from a distance! anda must be the arithmetic man -- anda add trouble, subtract pleasure, divide attention, and multiply ignorance. anda occasionally stumble over the truth, but anda quickly pick yourself up and carry on as if nothing happened.
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