I just like the word "harridan"
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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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"Christine, whatever's the matter?"
"Oh Sandra... I appear to have given MYSELF a brain tumor!"
Sandra chuckled to herself. Christine would never know who the true culprit was...
"I know, I know, this upholstery gives me a headache too."
"Dude, check it out! Those magic mushrooms are making this upholstery look all trippy! Far out!"
"I told you before those were plain old sauteed mushrooms on your steak. And stop criticizing my decor! Bitch!"
"I reckon if I can get it in up to the elbow I'll be able to wrap my little finger around your cerebral cortex…"
Blah blah blah doesn't that bitch ever stop nagging.
or
"Christine, why aren't you coming out to play tennis?"
But how could she tell Stella that she was going to 'come out' to play tennis as soon as Martina Navratilova's game had finished on the telly.
"It's no good sulking, I'm not coming anywhere near your minge until you've done the washing up"
("Harridan's" good, but I'm a "minge" man myself.)
Julia could only gasp with joy.
Wendy had made chairs from her own vomit!
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