James Cowley is a walking manifestation of filth and grime, his unkempt appearance an affront to even the most relaxed standards of hygiene. Greasy, tangled hair hung lankly around his sallow face, which was riddled with pockmarks and acne scars. His beady eyes were small and pig-like, set deep into his flesh and almost lost in the folds of his swollen eyelids.
His clothes were ragged and torn, barely clinging to his emaciated frame. They were stained with mud, blood, and who knew what other bodily fluids. The stench of his unwashed body was overpowering, a sour mixture of sweat, urine, and decay that seemed to follow him like a cloud.
He spoke with a thick, guttural accent that made his words hard to understand. His voice was hoarse and wheezing, as if he had been chain-smoking for decades. He had a nasty habit of spitting when he talked, sending flecks of saliva flying in all directions.
His behavior was as foul as his appearance. He had a quick temper and a mean streak a mile wide. He was prone to violence, lashing out at anyone who crossed him. He was a liar and a cheat, willing to do whatever it took to get ahead.
In short, he was a dirty pig of a human, the kind of person that made you want to scrub your skin raw after just being in his presence.
His clothes were ragged and torn, barely clinging to his emaciated frame. They were stained with mud, blood, and who knew what other bodily fluids. The stench of his unwashed body was overpowering, a sour mixture of sweat, urine, and decay that seemed to follow him like a cloud.
He spoke with a thick, guttural accent that made his words hard to understand. His voice was hoarse and wheezing, as if he had been chain-smoking for decades. He had a nasty habit of spitting when he talked, sending flecks of saliva flying in all directions.
His behavior was as foul as his appearance. He had a quick temper and a mean streak a mile wide. He was prone to violence, lashing out at anyone who crossed him. He was a liar and a cheat, willing to do whatever it took to get ahead.
In short, he was a dirty pig of a human, the kind of person that made you want to scrub your skin raw after just being in his presence.
by Harmonica111 May 11, 2023
Get the James Cowleymug. A sweet and kind girl that goes to East Union High School Class of 2020. She makes sure she is always nice and helping out others.
by reallyirl June 10, 2018
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Get the James birdmug. Oh my lordy lord is that olliver Claims he's gonna beat be and never does ;( such a chadsterling. Randomly barks beware he bites. Definitely shaves his asshole. Like rebel boy skips class for 5 minutes silly goose.
by SmokWheed420 November 15, 2022
Get the Olliver James Johnsonmug. the singer & guitarist of the welsh rock band, Manic Street Preachers. he’s 5ft 5 1/2 tall. wore a black balaclava while performing on top of the pops, bringing in a mass amount of complaints.
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Get the james dean bradfieldmug. Rachel James Significa fuerza y valentía la única Ninfa que a sobrevivo a los 3 engendros.
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«Por mis venas corrió la Lascivia, se desató la Lujuria y ahora ardo en llamas en medio de un violento Deseo, pero de arrasar con todo»
Ojos azules y cabellos negro como la noche….
«Por mis venas corrió la Lascivia, se desató la Lujuria y ahora ardo en llamas en medio de un violento Deseo, pero de arrasar con todo»
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