Bhoy

Whilst he was searching Luna in an attempt to spot Ego, the two Irish Bhoys tried to focus the other 'scope on the bedroom of a brunette opposite.

Refreshed from my little rest, I am left to guard the turrets as the bhoy goes to fetch his beloved who has returned from her daily toils

assumed that the clot howling in a McCormick tenor and interspersing his shrieks with "Oh Bhoy! Oh Bhoy!" was my best friend and co-editor

Philadelphia in '53 had repercussions because they couldn't have anything resembling dancing or music. They had people parading around in costume in the meeting hall with the chairs still there. Hoo Bhoy!

Oh Bhoy! This "I dream of 4E" (Forry?) nearly unsocked myself with laughter. Reminds me somehow of Ian Banks' books that must be something like retold dreams, too.