...offer you a chance to go to a fucked up factory. Disclaimer : Don't own the lovely boys, nor did... until I was behind him. “Hi.” This single uttered syllable caused him to jump and turn to face me ...way, as if we were Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. We did sell chocolate, yes, though it was intended... offer you a chance to visit a fucked up factory. I smiled. “And you are?” “Zack,” he rambled...
... bit her lip, but smiled despite herself. “Proletarians. And yes, the bourgeoisie were like the factory owners and the proletarians were the workers and the bourgeoisie could basically exploit them as they saw ... a hardboiled egg. The doctors were pretty firm about that rule.” “Mom,” Brittany groaned, stretching the syllable as she shoved her mother from behind. --- “I’m sorry we haven’t had any ...
... should've known something was off when the odor hit his Ol' Factory of Olfactory, which is what he calls the Super Smeller in his ... be impossible for Shawn to say, let alone accept--without ridicule--"Ol' Factory of Olfactory." But the smell is awful, and unfortunately--thanks to Shawn...But Gus doesn't say a word. He does offer a single syllable, though, in the form of a high-pitched scream. * * *...
... its smell Nor touch the face of my loved one My village by the deep blue sea Today an ugly factory Oh, why has it become my fate? That I am here one thousand years too late -Home that I Will...morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to a dusty death. Out, out, brief...
... in the Argentine province in the uppermost northwest corner of Argentina, called Jujuy (pronounced Who-hwee, the second syllable beginning with a kind of breathy “H-WA” sound, if that makes sense, though it probably ... that all the handmade goods are just a big hoax, and are actually made in a big factory and distributed to sucker stupid tourists like me. HOWEVER, mine was the only one of that ...
... knew that LuthorCorp was bad. Pete had told him how Mr. Luthor had stolen his Papa's factory, turning it into something else. He read about LuthorCoprp in the newspaper every day, ever since he ... the pounding of his pulse at his throat gave him away. "Enough, Father," Lex said, enunciating every syllable. "You've made your point." "Good," Lionel said. He smirked triumphantly. "And I trust that ...
