Quotes About Ass

this very morning, an hour agone, he has mounted his white ass for the return journey to Vyones.

Hood an ass with reverend purple, ... And he shall pass for a cathedral doctor (1. 2. 113-115)

Of course I want you there. But…we're Irish. We get drunk and say stupid things. I can't guarantee that someone there tonight won't say something stupid." It was tempting to answer, "I'm English. We stay sober, kick ass, and enslave your lot for eight hundred years." That would not have reduced his stress level any.

I told him, 'You can start in the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the right, and then you can go back to the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the left. You can just kiss my big ass.

Elena looked in her rearview mirror and tried on a sympathetic, we're-all-in-this-together smile. Meh. This part would be a pain in the ass. Cops and egos. Tough recipe. Add in a dollop of territorial bullshit and customary dick swinging plus the rarity of landing a single murder case let alone a double murder, and Elena expected a shitshow of epic proportions.

I frowned. "Don't you guys have a steroid needle that needs an ass cheek?" Their

and you quickly learn that your child comes to you hardwired, that in the battle of nature vs nurture, nature kicks complete and total ass.

She's not trying to get herself killed", Ry replied. "She's on a mission. I admire that. And the fact she thinks you're a pain in the ass she doesn't want around? She's a smart woman, seems to me." -Ryland Samuels

the Mandrill with his multicolored wonder ass that he used to bedazzle opponents.

It was not an inordinately large ass, yet the heft of it seemed to connect him to an immense source of gravitation, one for which he was belatedly grateful, as though for a long time he had been weightless and drifting.

I have a gigantic pain in my ass," I say. "Can you look and see if the Speaker of the House is up there?

On the back cover of his checklist binder is an old cracked decal showing a flying Pegasus circled with the acronym NKAWTG, which means Nobody kicks ass without tanker gas!

You're blond, but surely you can't be so naive as to believe that. You're stressed, I countered, but surely you know you're being an ass.

The ass tells you everything about a woman, her character, her temperament, whether she is sanguine, morbid, gay or fickle, whether she is responsive or unresponsive, whether she is maternal or pleasure-loving, whether she is truthful or lying by nature.)

And as long as I'm being brutally candid, I only wound up teaching American History because I followed a cute ass into the country-and-western section at Barnes & Noble

Who is this Marlowe guy anyway? He's an ass. Threw him out. Threatened to have Ysmi sit on him if he returned. Why are there two severed heads rolling around the house? Cats tried to eat one. Mostly prevented. Headless guy is in hallway broom closet with head that I think is his.

I figure the folks that are the most interesting get to go to heaven. I mean, if I was God, that's who I'd want there with me ... I'd rather be a superhero in hell than an angel in heaven. What the feck would I do all day if I wasn't kicking demon ass?

Have you been in a fight? No, let me guess; you saved a wounded dog, again?" I said dryly. That was the excuse he'd used last time. "I had a nosebleed." "Nosebleed, my petunia." "Petunia?" "Ass, Barrons. As in you are one.

I had a nosebleed." "Nosebleed, my petunia." "Petunia?" "Ass, Barrons. As in you are one.

I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me either.

Would you say the shapeshifter was in distress?" "Hell yeah, he was in distress. His tail was on fire." "He ran like his tail was on fire?" "No, his tail was on fire. Like a big, furry candle on his ass.

If there is anything I can do, I'll help. Don't get excited. It's not because of you. For the child. If it wasn't for her and the flare, I'd throw your dumb ass out of this window. What does the flare as to do with it? I don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I thorw you out of the window, I want there to beno doubt the act was deliberate.

Slowly the reality of the situation sank in. He got his ass kicked, learned nothing, and got saved by a dumb dog and an old lady. If he lived long enough to report to Nancy back in Adrianglia, he would have to gloss over this part.

William glanced at her sword. His upper lip rose, showing her his teeth. My, my, Lord Bill, what big fangs you have. That was all right. She wasn't Red Riding Hood, she wasn't scared, and her grandmother could curse his ass so hard, he wouldn't know which way was up for a week.