| Ahh, the steady thrum of your persecution complex. | |
| Although we did not have the opportunity to feel your mighty engines thrum between our thighs we salute your watery prowess and we commend your spirit to Valhalla. | |
| Cut thread and thrum. | |
| No, I'm going to find a room, lock it, and thrum myself off thinking about just you and my brother in your Y-fronts. | |
| The heavens a-thrum to the seraphic rut, the fiery grapplings... the feathery joinings of the higher orders... infinite, unceasing! | |
| Ahh, the steady thrum of your persecution complex. | |
| Although we did not have the opportunity to feel your mighty engines thrum between our thighs we salute your watery prowess and we commend your spirit to Valhalla. | |
| Cut thread and thrum. | |
| No, I'm going to find a room, lock it, and thrum myself off thinking about just you and my brother in your Y-fronts. | |
| The heavens a-thrum to the seraphic rut, the fiery grapplings... the feathery joinings of the higher orders... infinite, unceasing! | |
| Now fasten your seatbelt. [Device thrums] [Snaps fingers] Ha! | |
| When nightfall thrums, a kind of peace that soothes the heart And lets the years fall from nought and down | |
| Now fasten your seatbelt. [Device thrums] [Snaps fingers] Ha! | |
| When nightfall thrums, a kind of peace that soothes the heart And lets the years fall from nought and down | |
| Do you imagine the telegram wires encircling our globe are like angels' harp strings thrumming gently? | |
| He's probably in there now, door locked, thrumming away, thinking about the two of you in just your knickers. | |
| I love that thrumming noise! Rrrrrr! | |
| There is an infinite, thrumming, unseen web that joins everything. | |
| There's a very loud thrumming in my ears. | |
| Do you imagine the telegram wires encircling our globe are like angels' harp strings thrumming gently? | |
| He's probably in there now, door locked, thrumming away, thinking about the two of you in just your knickers. | |
| I love that thrumming noise! Rrrrrr! | |
| There is an infinite, thrumming, unseen web that joins everything. | |
| There's a very loud thrumming in my ears. | |
