| "...jelly roll, jerk the gherkin..." | |
| "And a round little belly that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly." | |
| "Having your salad tossed means having your asshole eaten out with jelly or syrup. | |
| "He had a broad face, and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly." What? | |
| "Hey, you. You go get Mama a caffe latte... and jelly doughnut, s'il vous plait." | |
| "...jelly roll, jerk the gherkin..." | |
| "And a round little belly that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly." | |
| "Having your salad tossed means having your asshole eaten out with jelly or syrup. | |
| "He had a broad face, and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly." What? | |
| "Hey, you. You go get Mama a caffe latte... and jelly doughnut, s'il vous plait." | |
| "Jams and jellies"? | |
| "some spermicidal jams and jellies to the area. " | |
| - How about some of those jellies...? | |
| - No, let's round that out to four jellies. | |
| As well as a three-pack of flavored love jellies and a strip of condoms long enough to choke a world war ii machine gun. | |
| "Jams and jellies"? | |
| "some spermicidal jams and jellies to the area. " | |
| - How about some of those jellies...? | |
| - No, let's round that out to four jellies. | |
| As well as a three-pack of flavored love jellies and a strip of condoms long enough to choke a world war ii machine gun. | |
| "Look" he said as he stood shining his torch on a big bag of jellied raspberries. | |
| - Right, jellied fruit. | |
| - Yes, sir. If ever you see a small jellied eel in striped pyjamas, riding a tricycle up the wall, knock it off, boy. | |
| A child trod on me, like on snail-festooned... jellied, rotting fungus. | |
| Absolutely, and some jellied yams as well. | |
| They just come up you, jellying around, photosynthesising. | |
| "Look" he said as he stood shining his torch on a big bag of jellied raspberries. | |
| - Right, jellied fruit. | |
| - Yes, sir. If ever you see a small jellied eel in striped pyjamas, riding a tricycle up the wall, knock it off, boy. | |
| A child trod on me, like on snail-festooned... jellied, rotting fungus. | |
| Absolutely, and some jellied yams as well. | |
| They just come up you, jellying around, photosynthesising. | |
