Tat

tourist tat

And it agreed with the editorial cartoon which featured a newsman doing a live report in front of a smouldering building and saying, "And it seems millions of pounds of meaningless tat has been lost to the nation for ever."

She's so swishy in her satin and tat / In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

And so each morning before daybreak I am up, and having dispatched my luggage on the backs of coolies after much noise and bustle, without which no natives can work, I mount my tat as the sun begins to touch the higher hills, and start on my morning ride of twelve miles.

Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tats, right away I want it now.

I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad. Rat-a-tat, you're a scaredy-catcause I have a tat put you up like that. You can't stand that cause you've got to scat.

Me and my thugs clock G's, sippin' naughty thangs. Real as these tats on my body, and it's Killuminati.

2016 May 5, Fifth Harmony, “Write on Me”, 7/27, Epic Records, Sysco Music Write on me / Love the way you tat me up

The article seems an attempt at tit-for-tat; but there is too little tat, even in Bedouins, to provoke such a maze of tit as is found in “'Bedouins' and Nomads.”

[...] insecurity, anger engender the excessive retaliation of two tits for a tat that leads not to damping-down but to [escalation].

At the U.S. planning sessions, it was not uncommon to hear someone say, "Just remember, when you're negotiating tit-for-tat, it's better to concede the occasional small tat to your opponent and keep the big tits for yourself."

Not tit-for-tat, but more like ten tits for every tat.

“Yeah...and a tiny little tat of a bottle of Grinness on his ankle...” As they rode, a warm-front chased the clouds away and the direct sun and warming air began to melt the snow.

If that was a lot of tit for a little tat it didn't bother the French. In the absence of any firm policy in Paris, the military commanders in Algeria began promoting French settlement.

"Why don't you two sit out on the porch while I clean up this little tat of dishes," Gram said. Corrie argued for a minute, but Gram shooed her away and reluctantly we found ourselves alone on the porch swing.

A little tit for a little tat. He just wanted to get his damned tit so he could be done with the nasty tat. There was an odd shimmer among the shadows, then the outline of Briggs appeared, his crimson eyes glowing like the pits of hell.