How to Pronounce
Sooner Shitbreak
Related Pronunciations
- Walker/shitbreak
- Sooner
- Sooner Born Sooner Bred
- Boomer Sooner
- Sooner-Piled
- Sooner Fan
- Sooner Sensations
- Sooner Spirit
- Would Sooner
- The Sooner
- Not Sooner
- And Sooner
- Sooner Than
- Sooner State
- Help Sooner
- Sooner Preferably
- No Sooner
- The Sooner Nation
- 5 Facts Sooner
- Sooner State Smiles
- Sooner Than Expected
- Could Be Sooner
- Sooner Or Later
- The Sooner State
- The Sooner State
- No Sooner Than
- No Sooner Had
- The Sooner The Better
- So Much The Sooner
- Sooner Rather Than Later
- Regretting Not Making Amends Sooner
- Resuscitated And No Sooner Resuscitated It Got Me Resuscitated And Just Uncoiling
- Reflecting On What Might Have Been If I Had Cultivated Self-compassion Sooner
- Reflecting On What Might Have Been If I Had Embraced Self-acceptance Sooner
- Reflecting On What Might Have Been If I Had Embraced Self-empowerment Sooner
- "Guess what?" the fat controller asked excitedly. "What?" asked the engines together. "They all agreed!" he announced and that made the engines blew their whistles and cheered loudly. "I can't believe my legendary brother is living with us." said Gordon and quickly closed his eyes. The fat controller and the red engine got into a fit of giggles together. "That means no wheeshing, okay? This is an extremely special occasion." he asked the red engine. "Yes, sir." said the red engine happily. James blew his whistle loud and long for everyone to hear. He blushed afterwards. "That's okay, you were just getting ready." the fat controller said kindly. Gordon opened his eyes and smiled at Henry. They knew this would be perfect for them. "Taro came from the mainline during 1981 and living with us when he comes." Henry explained. "Was he build in Crewe like you are now?" asked Percy. "Yeah, and it was pretty nice giving some of my Welsh coal before I came here." Henry replied. "He has special coal too?" Toby asked. "Of course since we were fine Crewe members." Henry replied. "That must have been wonderful." said Duck, who had just arrived after shunting tar wagons. "It is, and I know he will love it here." Henry answered. Everyone was getting excited as the day went on with their day off. "I sure hope there will be nice diesels." James said quietly. "You know," added Henry, "If you were a carnival game, I think you have a lucky day with the children." "Oh, be quiet," retorted James, "You should of know that Thomas helped me with I had that dream." "And my dream," added Gordon, "You should of known that, Henry, by now." Henry's face went red and looked at his buffers. "You don't have to feel silly, Henry," said Gordon, "We all should remember some things by now or sooner." "Yeah, so I think is it offcially okay." replied James. "Oh, good." said Henry happily. The fat controller laughed and said to meet them at the biggest station. "Can we come too?" asked Alfie. "Of course you can come." the fat controller replied and jumped into James's cab. After a few minutes, everyone took their places. "Everyone, let's start with the tanks first. Our railway needs some tanks to cover their miltary group." the fat controller announced. Some of the engines groaned, even Daisy. "Let's meet the first tank: Stella!" the fat controller announced. Everyone blew their whistles. Stella blushed and her red lips shown in the sunshine. "Next has an unflambe voice and is painted gold. Meet: Heabrtt!" the fat controller announced. "Quite." said the golden tank. "Before we continue, please give a huge welcome to our friend: Edward." the fat controller said. Everyone blew their whistles as Edward gave them a huge hello on his whistle. "James!" cried Edward, "It's so nice to see you." But James didn't have any time to reply to him. The party went on. "Before we say hello to these tanks, please welcome a Crewe built engine: Taro." the fat controller announced. Taro's coat gleamed in the sun as he chuffed into view. He smiled when he saw Henry. "I'm so glad to be on Sodor." said Taro to Henry. Henry sniffed loudly. "Me too." he replied. The tanks smiled and Stella's lips shone brightly. "Let's not forgot our Japenese engine who was found by Thomas: Hiro!" the fat controller said as Hiro chuffed into view. "Thank you, thank you. I'm finally glad to stay off that nasty japanese railway." Hiro chuffed loudly. "Now let's meet two other tanks who will be joining the miltary group: Mart and Doncast." the fat controller shouted. "Hello." said Doncast loud enough for everyone to hear. "Hel 'o." said Mart. Stepney closed his eyes and wished for another Bluebell engine and then opened them back up. "Now let's meet a Bluebell Railway engine: Carlese!" the fat controller called and grabbed his megaphone. "Hello, my classics." said Carlese as his orange paint gleamed and chuffed into view. "Meet another Crewe built engine who was Taro's old partner: Hills!" the fat controller said. Hill's purple coat sparkled as he puffed into view. He spoke in a accent nobody heard before. "Quite the honor to be your member before my manager never said I could." he said. The other engines cheered loudly until James laughed. "Everyone, please welcome the two diesels: BoCo and Bear!" the fat controller announced. "Hello." said Bear happily. "Nice to be back." sighed BoCo. End of part one.
- Liberty gives an inexpressible Charm to all our Enjoyments. It imparts a Relish to the most indifferent Pleasure, and renders the highest Gratification the more consummately delightful. It is the Refinement of Life; it sooths and alleviates our Toils; smooths the rugged Brow of Adversity, and endears and enhances every Acquistion in their Carriage; something of grandeur and Sublimity in their Appearance, resulting from their Freedom and Independence, that is never to be met with in those dreary Abodes, where the embittering Cirumstances of a precarious Property, mars the Relish of every Gratification, and damps the most magnanimous Spirits. They can think for themselves; publish their Sentiments, and animadvert on Religion and Government, secure and unmolested. ... But in absolute Monarchies, the whole Country is overspread with a dismal Gloom. Slavery is stamp'd on the Looks of the Inhabitants; and Penury engraved on their Visages, in strong and legible Characters. To prevent Complaints, the Press is prohibited; and a Vindication of the natural Rights of Mankind is Treason. Every generous Spirit is broke and depressed: Human Nature is degraded, insulted, spurn'd, and outrag'd: The lovely Image of GOD, is defaced and disfigur'd, and the Lord of Creation treated like the bestial Herd. The liberal Sciences languish: The politer Arts droop their Heads: Merit is banished to Cells and Deserts; and Virtue frowned into Dungeons, or dispatched to the Gallies: Iniquity is exalted: Goodness trod under Foot: Truth perverted; and the barbarous Outrages of Tyranny, sanctifi4ed and adored. The Fields lie waste and uncultivated: Commerce is incumbered with supernumerancy Duties: The Tyrant riots in the Spoils of his People; and drains their Purses, to replenish his instantiate Treasury. He wages War against his own Subjects. Does any one think the above Representation, the Result of a roving Fancy, or figur'd beyond the Life; let him take a Survey of Rome; o'er-while the Nurse of Heroes, and the Terror of the World; but now the obscene Haunt of sequestered Bigots, and effemiated Slaves. Where are not her Scipios, and Tullys, her Brutuses, and her Catos, with other Names are equal Lustre, who plann'd her Laws , and fought her Battles, during her Freedom and Independence? Alas! they are succeeded by cloistered Monks and castrated Musicians, in Subjection to a filthy old Harlot, that pretends to a Power of devouring her Mediator, and claims a Right to eat up her People. Let him survey all Italy, once the Seat of Arts and Arms, and every Thing great and valuable; now the joyless Theatre of Oppression and Tyranny, Supersitition and Ignorance. Let him behold all this; and when he has finished his Survey, then let him believe and tremble. But far otherwise, is the Condition of a free People. Under the mild and gentle Administration of a limited Prince, every Thing looks cheerful and happy, smiling and serene. Agriculture is encouraged, and proves the annual Source of immense Riches to the Kingdom: The Earth opens her fertile Bosom to the Plough-share, and luxuriant Harvests diffuse Wealth and Plenty thro' the Land: The Fields stand thick with Corn: The Pastures smile with Herbage: The Hills and Vallies are cover'd with Flocks and Herds: Manufacturies flourish; and unprecarious Plenty recompenses the Articficer's Toil: In a Word, Nothing is seen but universal Joy and Festivity. Such is the Happiness of the People, under the blissful Reign of a good King. But do they get a Prince, whose Heart is poison'd with Regard to regal Authority,, and who vainly imagines; that the Grandeur of Princes consists in making themselves feared; and accordingly plays the devil in the Name of the Lord: They boldly assert their Rights, and call aloud for Justice; They cannot, they will not be enslaved. Sooner shall the royal Sinner have the Honour of Martyrdom, and the Lord's Anointed perish for his Iniquity, than the whole Frame of the Government be unhinged and dissolved...] ... How signal is our Happiness, in being blessed with a Prince, form'd from the friend of the Nation, and the defender of the Liberties of Europe! A Prince, who despises the Thought of placing his Grandeur in the Violation of the Laws; but is nobly ambitions of reigning in the Hearts of his People: A Prince, who invariably exerts his native Greatness of Soul, and all his inherent and hereditary Virtues, in the Support of Truth, Religion and Liberty: A Prince, in fine, unemulous of arbitrary Sway; but ardently aspiring after those brighter Trophies, that are earn'd in the Paths of Virtue and heroic Deeds; in relieving the Injured, protecting the Oppressed, and by a diffusive Benevolence, promoting the Happiness of Mankind. Long, oh long may he still adron the Throne of his Ancestors! and when the Sovereign Disposer of Events, shall at last, to the keen and universal Affliction of his People, translate him to the Possession of a Crown, eternal and incorruptible; we may presage, (which will be the only Consideration capable of alleviating our Sorrow,) the greatest Glory, and the brightest Triumphs, from his Royal Highness's eminent Virtues; whose future Reign promises the most distinguished Prosperity to the Nation; and will exhibit to Britain, a Monarch, from his benevolent Disposition, and princely Education, the Father of his People, as well as a shining Ornament to that illustrious Family, of which we will have already seen two Heroes on the British Throne; the Scourges of Tyrants, and the Assertors of Liberty.