Hogger Quotes

Hold up, you two,” Kevin stopped Alex and Andrew before they could claim separate beds. “There are only four beds, and since you two are twins, you’re going to be sharing one of them.” “WHAT?!” The shout came from them both. “That’s not fair,” Alex whined. “Yeah, why do I have to sleep with this idiot?” “Don’t act like you’re the victim here. I’m the one who’s gonna be stuck dealing with your antics, you damn bed-hogger.” Blink. A vein throbbed on Andrew’s head. “A bed-hogger, am I? Well, who’s the one who’s always stealing the sheets? Huh! Huh?!” Blink. Blink. “At least I don’t still wet the bed!” Massive blinking. “You… you promised you’d never tell anyone that! And I haven’t wet the bed in, uh, well… a while! Besides! Who was the one who left his bed a sopping mess the other day?!” “Why you… that was a special moment! SPECIAL!” Kevin, Eric, and Justin watched as the two fraternal twin brothers tackled each other to the ground. They rolled around on the floor, pushing and pulling and biting and hitting and clawing. It was like watching two dogs trying to chase each other’s tails. “Ne, Kevin, do you know what those two are talking about?” asked Eric. “No.” Kevin shook his head. “No, I don’t.” A pause. “And I don’t think I want to know.” “… Hehehe…

Den energiske og velvæpnete samfunnsbygger vepsen følger han fra den lunkne vårdagen da den starter sin virksomhet med å skrape materiale til bolet på en værgrå stolpe. Han ser den hogger sommerfugl i flukten, daler ned på en engsoleie og maltrakterer byttet. De skjønne vingene faller avgnagd til jorden som døde blomsterblad, og vepsen flyr bort med en naken liten kropp. Bare sibyllen, den firvingete øyestikkeren, er en grådigere morder blant disse flygende, små marodører. Livet er ikke bare poesi, selv når det gjelder sommerfugler og fly med glitrende vinger. Et menneskebarn fanger og dreper dem begge.

Let me be clear about what I mean when I say “beaches.” I actually despise sand.

In the cab of the locomotive it was the swaggering hotshot known as the engineer who was boss. This “engine runner” (also called a “hoghead” or “hogger” or even “throttle jockey”) was the object of the most intense popular fascination—it’s been said that even Sigmund Freud dreamed of becoming a railroad engineer.