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d13782a
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What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.
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true
funny
camping
hiking
camp
bear
shit
attack
trail
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Bill Bryson |
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b2157c6
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oh shit it's shit
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seasons
hayworth
novella
rita
shawshank-redemption
shit
stephen-king
prison
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Stephen King |
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6bcbbcd
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It's easy to talk big, but the important thing is whether or not you clean up the shit.
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life
truth
shit
talking
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Haruki Murakami |
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cb3ece5
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Resistance is always lying and always full of shit.
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lying
lies
shit
resistance
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Steven Pressfield |
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fe7a3d3
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"Spontaneously, without any theological training, I, a child, grasped the incompatibility of God and shit and thus came to question the basic thesis of Christian anthropology, namely that man was created in God's image. Either/or: either man was created in God's image - and has intestines! - or God lacks intestines and man is not like him. The ancient Gnostics felt as I did at the age of five. In the second century, the Great Gnostic master Valentinus resolved the damnable dilemma by claiming that Jesus "ate and drank, but did not defecate." Shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil. Since God gave man freedom, we can, if need be, accept the idea that He is not responsible for man's crimes. The responsibility for shit, however, rests entirely with Him, the creator of man."
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shit
theology
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Milan Kundera |
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f2be030
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"One-and-twenty sorts of birds," said Ser Kyle. "One-and-twenty sorts of bird droppings," said Ser Maynard. "You have no poetry in your heart, ser." "You have shit upon your shoulder."
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poetry
shit
cynicism
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George R.R. Martin |
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5611d93
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Many skills, as every successful entrepreneur knows, cannot be taught in school. They require doing. Sometimes a life of doing. And where money-making is concerned, nothing compresses the time frame needed to leap from my-shit-just-sits-there-until-it-rains poverty to which-of-my-toilets-shall-I-use affluence like an apprenticeship with someone who already has the angles all figured out.
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poverty
success
shit
school
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Mohsin Hamid |
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5c0964a
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My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.
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shit
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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b2e8f2a
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Shit, meet Fan. Fan, this is Shit.
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shit
meet
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David Mitchell |
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1bbf72a
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I'm going to shit in your lungs for this.
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lungs
spider-jerusalem
shit
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Warren Ellis |
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ba2c2dc
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"If you're looking for fast driving there's a dragway in the southwestern part of the county. It opens next week." "Do you race there?" he asks. "Yes." And I plan on spending a lot of time there over the next six weeks. "Isaiah." Beth attempts to step in between us, but Logan angles himself so that she can't. "That's not why I brought him here." An insane glint strikes the guy's eyes and all of a sudden, I feel a connection to him. A twitch of his lips shows he might be my kind of crazy. "How fast do the cars there go?" "Some guys hit speeds of 120 mph in an eighth mile." "No!" Beth stomps her foot. "No. I promised Ryan nothing crazy would happen. Logan, this is not why I brought you here." "Have you hit those speeds?" He swats his hand at Beth as if she's a fly, earning my respect. Most guys would be terrified of having their balls ripped off and handed to them for dismissing Beth like that. "Not driving my car, I haven't," I answer honestly. But I hope to with Rachel's car, and with mine, after a few modifications. "Speed can be bought. Just depends on how much you want to spend." Logan offers his hand. "I'm Logan." "Isaiah," I say as we shake. "Shit," mumbles Beth."
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isaiah
logan
speed
shit
car
race
no
crazy
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Katie McGarry |
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d01aa60
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A nationwide study published by the USDA in 1996 found that [...] 78.6 percent of the ground beef contained microbes that are spread primarily by fecal matter. The medical literature on the causes of food poisoning is full of euphemisms and dry scientific terms: coliform levels, aerobic plate counts, sorbitol, MacConkey agar, and so on. Behind them lies a simple explanation for why eating hamburger meat makes you sick: There is shit in the meat.
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coliform
feces
food-poisoning
usda
fast-food
meat
shit
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Eric Schlosser |
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f1b9451
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"Jayden went for my fries, ignoring Anna's narrowed gaze. "Thanks, babe." "You two know each other?" Jo gestured between Jayden and me with her fork. Before I could nod, he dropped an arm over my shoulders. "She's my bae." I grinned. Keira sighed. "I hate that word. Do you know what it really means?" "Poop," I answered without thinking. "In Danish." My eyes widened. Holy crap. I'd spoken without hesitation at lunch! Holy crap! No one recognized my internal freak-out over it, but I couldn't believe it. I sat there and spoke with no problem. I needed to give myself a cookie. Anna giggled. "Oh, man. I know. I know. Still think it's a cute word." Across from her, Keira rolled her eyes. "It literally means shit." "Mallory the shit, though."
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bae
danish
poop
jayden-luna
mallory-dodge
keira
shit
translation
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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42df2b0
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"Sim sighed. "like Ross always said: Wish in one hand,shit in the other,and see which hand fills up first."
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true
shit
wish
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Keith Gray |
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c4b831f
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"Hiya, Alex. I missed you tonight." My gaze rests on Sam. "Yeah, I see how much you missed me." "Sam? Oh, I don't really like him," she coos, coming close. I can smell the radiating off her. "I'm waiting for you to come back to me." "Not gonna happen." "Is it because of your stupid chemistry partner?" She grabs ray chin, trying to force me to look at her, her long nails digging into my skin. I grab both her wrists and pull them aside, all the time wondering how my tough-as-nails ex-girlfriend turned into a tough-as-nails bitch. "Brittany has nothin' to do with you and me. I hear you've been talkin' shit to her." "Did Isa tell you that?" she asks, her eyes narrowed into slits. "Just back off," I say, ignoring her question, "or you'll have a lot more to deal with than a bitter ex-boyfriend." "Are you bitter, Alex? Because you don't act bitter. You act like you don't give a shit." She's right. After I found her sleeping around, it took me a while to get over it, get over her. I wondered what other guys were giving her that I couldn't. "I used to give a shit," I tell her. "I don't now."
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back-off
chemistry-parnter
give-a-shit
missed
carmen-sanchez
brittany-ellis
bitch
ex
bitter
shit
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Simone Elkeles |
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29f7c93
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"I forget your name," I said. "Most people spew shit from their arse," he retorted, "you manage it with your mouth." "Your mother gave birth through her arse," I said, "and you still reek of her shit."
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mourth
reek
shit
birth
mother
name
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Bernard Cornwell |
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3718d15
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Folks love fantasy. Beasts the shit outta reality and day of the week.
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reality
folks
shit
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Garth Ennis |
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9feb393
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"He has a mouth, lord," Gerbruht said. "I envy him," I said. "Envy him, lord?" "Most of us have to lower our trews to shit."
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lower
trews
mouth
shit
lord
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Bernard Cornwell |
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fc32ab6
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" Paco says, throwing down his lunch. "They think they can buy a U-shaped shell, stuff it, and call it a taco, but those cafeteria workers wouldn't know taco meat from a piece of shit. That's what this tastes like, Alex." "You're makin' me sick, man," I tell him. I stare uncomfortably at the food I brought from home. Thanks to Paco everything looks like now. Disgusted, I shove what's left of my lunch into my brown paper bag. "Want some of it?" Paco says with a grin as he holds out the shitty taco to me. "Bring that one inch closer to me and you'll be sorry," I threaten. "I'm shakin' in my pants." Paco wiggles the offending taco, goading me. He should seriously know better. "If any of that gets on me--" "What'cha gonna do, kick my ass?" Paco sings sarcastically, still shaking the taco. Maybe I should punch him in the face, knocking him out so I won't have to deal with him right now. As I have that thought, I feel something drop on my pants. I look down even though I know what I'll see. Yes, a big blob of wet, gloppy stuff passing as taco meat lands right on the crotch of my faded jeans. "Fuck," Paco says, his face quickly turning from amusement to shock. "Want me to clean it off for you?" "If your fingers get anywhere close to my dick, I'm gonna personally shoot you in the huevos," I growl through clenched teeth. I flick the mystery meat off my crotch. A big, greasy stain lingers. I turn back to Paco. "You got ten minutes to get me a new pair of pants." "How the hell am I s'posed to do that?" "Be creative." "Take mine." Paco stands and brings his fingers to the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning right in the middle of the courtyard. "Maybe I wasn't specific enough," I tell him, wondering how I'm going to act like the cool guy in chem class when it looks like I've peed in my pants. "I meant, get me a new pair of pants that will fit me, pendejo. You're so short you could audition to be one of Santa Claus's elves." "I'm toleratin' your insults because we're like brothers." "Nine minutes and thirty seconds." It doesn't take Paco more than that to start running toward the school parking lot."
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spanish
paco
ten-minutes
taco
stain
goading
mine
hurry
jeans
shit
new
clean
threaten
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Simone Elkeles |
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f63c83c
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!Ojala que a Rosaura la boca se le hiciera chicharron! Y que nunca hubiera dejado escapar esas repugnantes, malolientes, incoherentes, pestilentes, indecentes y repelentes palabras. Mas valia que se las hubiera tragado y guardado en el fondo de sus entranas hasta que se le pudrieran y agusanaran. Y ojala que ella viviera lo suficiente como para impedir que su hermana llevara a cabo tan nefastas intenciones.
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words
palabras
shit
hurt
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Laura Esquivel |
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044e578
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The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal.
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man
world
heart
despised
ever
prepares
reeks
shield
wing
turn
unreal
run
bird
field
pretend
shit
home
wall
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Bernard Cornwell |
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fc01d13
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You will not say how you are haunted by the faces of the men you killed, how in their last gasp of life they sought your pity and you had none. You will not speak of the boys who died screaming for their mothers while you twisted a blade in their guts and snarled your scorn into their ears. You will not confess that you wake in the night, covered in sweat, heart hammering, shrinking from the memories. You will not talk of that, because that is the horror, and the horror is held in the heart's hoard, a secret, and to admit it is to admit fear, and we are warriors. We do not fear. We strut. We go to battle like heroes. We stink of shit.
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heroes
fear
secret
shit
warriors
horror
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Bernard Cornwell |
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1f2d98f
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"Paco is walking out of the bathroom and I rush past him. "You might want to wait before you--" Paco's voice fades as I close the door, locking myself in. Wiping my eyes, I gaze into the mirror. I'm a complete mess. My mascara is dripping and . . . oh, it's no use. I slide down and sit on the cold tile floor. Now I realize what Paco was about to tell me. The place stinks; it really reeks . . . almost to the point where I want to throw up. I put my hand over my nose, trying to ignore the offending smell. *** After locking the door behind him, he crouches beside me and takes me in his arms, pulling me close. Then he sniffs a few times. "Holy shit. Was Paco in here?" I nod. He smoothes my hair and mutters something in Spanish. *** She, too, sniffs a bunch of times. "Was Paco in here?" Alex and I nod. "What the fuck does that guy eat that it comes out his other end smelling so rotten? Dammit," she says, wadding up tissue and putting it over her nose."
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sniff
stinks
paco
elena
nose
bathroom
rotten
shit
eat
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Simone Elkeles |
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e0ca508
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But when you're caked in your own leavings, you don't really mind being hit with brutally hard jets of water.
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trains
shit
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Douglas Coupland |