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You’ve got your green with envy, and you’ve got your penis envy, but combine the two, and well, now you’ve got yourself something altogether different.
Becky watched the swirling, shifting colours on her arm as they changed from pink to red to violet to green to blue and back again, and then she reached forward and gently removed both of her forearms, her left leg, her right ear and half of her tail and placed them all in the top her reverberating skull.
Asparagam stood, staring off into space, a tear running down his chlorophyll-stained face.
The sky will turn purple and green, whilst you will turn into a small, beebling potato.
You will find a small, green and unexpected marble on your chair.
“Take us to your olive producers” said the gaunt and mildly-obsessed looking green thing.
Emil threw pickling sauce at the green things and as he did so, they cried, “nooo, nooo, our sodium levels!”
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet are all colours of the rainbow, but ducks, dinosaurs, cheese-sticks, rayguns, alfoil hats, spaceships, books, saffron and mangoes are not.
Add a dash of frog, sing a song or two, wonder why you’re not a muppet too.
I’d always presumed that the word goober originated from something green and gooey, but apparently it’s just a peanut.
Nothing brings you back down from the enlightened skies like the call of the little green frog.
The tall buildings hinted at a land of slender, willowy people, but the smell that lingered promised something else.
Blue and yellow make green.
Green is the color most commonly associated with calmness, but whoever started such a notion ignored that certain shade of green appearing in the Spring for only a few days which is the harbinger and cause of Spring Fever, itself a riotous condition which is anything but calm.
The crowds of reds were raging, and they were surrounded by the swaying oranges and boisterous yellows, who were in turn circled by rounds of graciously stepping greens and waves of undulating blues and, there, all alone, following the luscious layers of indigoes and almost violent moves of the violets, the girl danced.
Not wearing any green on St. Patrick's Day, Oscar pinched himself, but nowhere naughty since it wasn't, after all, his birthday or anything.
The first sign of trouble was when she began to bleed neon green.
It's not easy being green; pinch me and you die.
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