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  • But like our President, I'm not above saying, "my bad," and so velly solly cholly, and I will do my utmost to prevent any of this sort of thing from happening again.

    hurray for mid-day

  • I also had the pneumonia, and de bronchitis, and de measles, and de small-pox, and the cholly-wampus -- all at the same time.

    Brave Tom The Battle That Won

  • 'That' ere queer customer, and the melan-cholly chap with the black hair. '

    The Pickwick papers

  • 'And venever I catches hold o' that there melan-cholly chap with the black hair, 'said Sam,' if I don't bring some real water into his eyes, for once in a way, my name ain't Weller.

    The Pickwick papers

  • You could always, you know, try keeping your hands away from other peoples mouths. atleast Asham didnt run into the locker room like a little school girl and take photos of it on an cell phone camera then email it to cholly.

    Kuklas Korner

  • When I get my Dong fixed, you gonna be solly cholly …

    Knowledge is Power

  • ‘And venever I catches hold o’ that there melan – cholly chap with the black hair,’ said Sam, ‘if I don’t bring some real water into his eyes, for once in a way, my name ain’t Weller.

    The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club

  • ‘That ‘ere queer customer, and the melan – cholly chap with the black hair.’

    The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club

  • : "well manny and uncle cholly have the history, ..." gplad on Phils Pound, Then Contain Dodgers For Game 2 Win

    Phillies Nation

  • Say, young woman, do you think I am one of these cholly boys? "

    The Third Violet

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  • "We'll get some more claret," observed Hawker musingly. "And some cognac for the coffee. And some cigarettes. Do you think of anything more, Splutter?"

    As they came from the shop of the illustrious purveyors of potato salad in Second Avenue, Florinda cried anxiously, "Here, Billie, you let me carry that!"

    "What infernal nonsense!" said Hawker, flushing. "Certainly not!"

    "Well," protested Florinda, "it might soil your gloves somehow."

    "In heaven's name, what if it does? Say, young woman, do you think I am one of these cholly boys?"


    Stephen Crane, The Third Violet

    September 22, 2007