“I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.”
“I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.”
Louise Rennison
“Oh, Blimey O'Riley's pantyhose....What is the point of Shakespeare? I know he is a genius and so on, but he does rave on. 'What light doth through yonder window break?' It's the bloody moon, for God sake, Will, get a grip!”
Louise Rennison, Dancing in My Nuddy-Pants“Oh Blimey O‘Reilly's pantyhose...what is the point of Shakespeare? I know he is a genius and so on, but he does rave on.It's the bloody moon, for God's sake, Will, get a grip!!”
Louise Rennison, Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas“Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.”
Louise Rennison, Stop in the Name of Pants!“He who laughs last laughs the laughiest.”
Louise Rennison, Dancing in My Nuddy-Pants“I am in the prime of my womanhood, nunga-nungas poised and trembling (attractively). Lips puckered up and in peak condition for a snogging fest.”
Louise Rennison, Away Laughing on a Fast Camel“I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.”
Louise Rennison, Away Laughing on a Fast Camel“When we did eventually get to the party - me walking next to Dad's Volvo driving at five miles an hour - I had a horrible time. Everyone laughed at first but then more or less ignored me. In a mood of defiant stuffed oliveness I did have a dance by myself but things kept crashing to the floor around me. The host asked if I would sit down. I had a go at that but it was useless. In the end I was at the gate for about an hour before Dad arrived.”
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