SENTENCE MEME ⟶ REVOLTING PEOPLE / 2.02
always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
‘there’s no singing in the bathhouse.’
‘could you pass the soap?’
‘you need more than soap, you need a rake.’
‘i don’t have to imagine, i can see it.’
‘i believe that’s the filthiest water i’ve ever seen.’
‘you must de-stinkify yourself.’
‘i’ve nicked some stuff, naturally.’
‘mind your tongue, you pile of puke!’
‘stay down, for gods sakes.’
‘that’s nature and warm water invading my private places.’
‘don’t be so old-fashioned, mate.’
‘oh, no. it’s him again.’
‘there’s a rule. and rules are rules.’
‘you got money. you got lots of money. how did you get money?’
‘it’s been very clandestine.’
‘if it’s all the same to you, i’d rather stop a musket ball with my face.’
‘ah, no. easy mistake to make. my back side looks very like my face, so,’
‘why don’t you do that trick you do where you make him quiet?’
‘i know that, i was just kidding.’
‘what about whipping them out just for fun anyways?’
‘it’s boring just sitting around here all day.’
‘go and chop something down.’
‘his sap’s starting to rise.’
‘you love him, don’t you?’
‘go stick your head in cider.’
‘don’t taunt me. or i’ll make embarrassing remarks about you.’
‘he hasn’t been home for the last few days.’
‘i plan to stay married.’
‘that’s nice. hypocritical, but nice.’
‘shall i split these trees up, or cram them directly into the fire place?’
[sings] ‘i hope i find a bear, and if i find it fair, i’ll give it a wink and we’ll have a drink, and just take things from there~’
‘who’s that up there in that tree?’
‘don’t shoot. i’m a squirrel.’
‘i can’t help noticing, but your eyes are bleary and your face is covered with stubble.’
‘it’s a new fashionable look that i glimpsed in a journal: the wild-eyed slobbering madman review.’
‘shouldn’t you be doing your very important job as grand assistant waloon at the office of doohickey or whatever?’
‘as i thought. something’s amiss.’
‘you’re a tiring puffbag.’
‘shut up, you bloated mule.’
‘i too will be rolling the stone of derision up the steep hill of shame!’
‘nobody knows about this.’
‘i’m relying on your discretion.’
‘i have a loose tongue, you see, which renders me prone to moments of unfortunate blurtage.’
‘i suppose you could always buy my silence.’
‘i consider this to be most expensive silence.’
‘i didn’t mean to wake you.’
‘we’ve never had a decent father-daughter chat.’
‘it’s 3:30 in the morning.’
‘that’s morally wrong. it’s intimidation.’
‘you could probably come up with many convincing reasons that i should stand by and do nothing. well, go on then.’
‘i like to hear both sides of an argument before i take action.’
‘i don’t understand the phrase ‘get him pickled’. he’s in a constant state of piculosity.’
‘he was under a goat, last i saw him.’
‘are you wearing perfume?’
‘nice of you to bring me out some extra booze.’
‘i don’t like to think of you out here all alone.’
‘well, you see… drink helps me forget. and i’ll tell you something else: drink helps me forget.’
‘when i’m dreaming, i dream that i’m running.’
‘stop that child, he’s got my purse!’
‘you were robbing people at the age of five?’
‘steady on, i’ll end up totally legless.’
‘she has breasts like the onion-shaped domes of the taj mahal. only without the marble inlay.’
‘it’s just a slightly smug little feeling.’
‘i could go on the road as a troubadour, singing songs, telling jokes.’
‘north? that’s not a name, that’s a direction.’
‘it’s too sophisticated for me.’
‘i must be more drunk than i thought.’
‘i’m disoriented and dizzy, i best lay down on this bed. next to you.’
‘i feel quite safe here.’
‘they were banging each other senseless in the bible.’
‘from the bunching of the bedclothes i can see you’re at attention.’
‘that might be considered incendiary.’
‘you seem peculiarly relentless tonight.’
‘they should know that fruit curves.’
‘i’d have fought off the mob, if i’d been awake.’
‘just a suggestion— you might try a hammer instead of your forehead.’
‘does each day hold new fresh hell for me?’
‘what’s all this broken glass?’
‘what /did/ happen last night?’
‘i have to face facts. the writing’s on the wall. it’s the end of an era.’
‘now i remember last night: whinging. lots of it. you’ve just reminded me.’
‘he’s more than a son, he’s a toolbox.’
‘you wait, it’ll creep up on you.’
‘he’s brought out all my mothering instincts.’
‘i really think we best be moving on.’
‘see how peaceful and serene he is— apart from the blood dripping from those head wounds.’
‘when he needed you, you deserted him.’
‘don’t be so suspicious!’
‘there’s always another boot to drop where you come from.’
‘i was watching, from afar.’
‘yeah, but tell me something: what’s in it for me.’
‘i’m too tired to hold hands.’
‘you must be busy, because you’ve not been home these past few days.’
‘i know why you’re avoiding physical contact with me.’
‘how very perceptive of you.’
‘thank you for being so understanding.’
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