| " To mix work with pleasure, is the worst measure" | |
| "A mix of little brains, craziness, kissing, missing, cunning, running." | |
| "A mix-up at the warehouse. | |
| "Can we mix these with alcohol"" | |
| "Can you mix these with alcohol?" | |
| " To mix work with pleasure, is the worst measure" | |
| "A mix of little brains, craziness, kissing, missing, cunning, running." | |
| "A mix-up at the warehouse. | |
| "Can we mix these with alcohol"" | |
| "Can you mix these with alcohol?" | |
| "And when your lower octane component mixes with your nuclear distillate..." "on a ratio three times the quotient..." "of your reverse thrust manipulator..." | |
| "We are only free to express our philosophy through our mixes." | |
| # In the night time he lights a fire # # mixes himself up his wild turkey # | |
| 'Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing his crucibles, and mixes, especially for Mrs Pugh, a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists, which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, | |
| 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good | |
| "And when your lower octane component mixes with your nuclear distillate..." "on a ratio three times the quotient..." "of your reverse thrust manipulator..." | |
| "We are only free to express our philosophy through our mixes." | |
| # In the night time he lights a fire # # mixes himself up his wild turkey # | |
| 'Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing his crucibles, and mixes, especially for Mrs Pugh, a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists, which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, | |
| 'Cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good | |
| "...mixed by stewards from Marseilles." | |
| "15 types of alcohol mixed in a real cowboy boot." | |
| "And let the woman then drink this mixed with wine." | |
| "And so, when the pee got mixed with the poop "it smelled like a butt." | |
| "Dependents at risk, mixed affairs". | |
| "Cedar mixing with toffee. | |
| "This don't go through, l'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint." | |
| "This mixing and matching must be confusing you. | |
| "What are you mixing there? | |
| 'Brutus was in the Senate indulging in the grand old Roman game of mixing it.' | |
| "...mixed by stewards from Marseilles." | |
| "15 types of alcohol mixed in a real cowboy boot." | |
| "And let the woman then drink this mixed with wine." | |
| "And so, when the pee got mixed with the poop "it smelled like a butt." | |
| "Dependents at risk, mixed affairs". | |
| "Cedar mixing with toffee. | |
| "This don't go through, l'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint." | |
| "This mixing and matching must be confusing you. | |
| "What are you mixing there? | |
| 'Brutus was in the Senate indulging in the grand old Roman game of mixing it.' | |
