“At this the Wart's eyes grew rounder and rounder, until they were about as big as the owl's who was sitting on his shoulder, and his face got redder and redder, and a breath seemed to gather itself beneath his heart.”
“Truth is no rounder than a horse's eye.”
“Then it hit me and I grinned at him. “You want to suck my dick!”His face grew redder. “You don’t have to say it like that,” he grumbled.I almost felt contrite. “I’m sorry. How about you want to make love to my member with your oral cavity? Or how about you want to fellate me until I let loose my love juice? Is that better?”
“For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!”
“When it comes to wine and buttocks, the redder, the better.”
“Redder than a turkey's rump in poke berry time.”