Was there no end to the conspiracy of irrational prejudice against Red Ryder and his peacemaker?
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They looked at me as if I had lobsters crawling out of my ears.
Now, I had heard that word at least ten times a day from my old man. He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master.
How do little piggies eat?
I TRIPLE Dog dare ‘ya!
“It could be a bowling alley!”
“How are they going to deliver a bowling alley here tonight?”
“They’ll send the deed for cripesake. I didn’t expect them to send a whole damn bowling alley.”
Not a line, but when Randy finally emerges from under the sink for dinner, the look the Old Man gives him (starting at “what the heck?” and finally settling on “ehh, whatever”) is priceless.
Not a finger!
WIN! WIN!
YOU WIN EVERYTHING and THEN SOME!
Farkas!
We plunged into the cornucopia quivering with desire and the ecstasy of unbridled avarice.
I actually knew some Farkases growing up. Wonder what happened to Jeanie F., she was quite the hottie.
Flick says he saw some grizzly bears near Pulaski’s candy store!
I think I wet myself.
Some men are Baptists, other Catholics. My father was an Oldsmobile man.
“Fra-gee-lay. That must be Italian.”
I took a picture ( somewhere on my cellphone, sorry) of a handwritten word on a box that came in at my work.
“Fraygil. Glass.”
I’m going to say Dad wins this one.