word was darkling.
His favorite word was spooky. He was not good at his job.
The baby's favorite word was duckshit.
God's favorite word is money. God sure does love his money.
The angels' favorite word is flippity-hippity-blow-God.
When they say it,
The devil's favorite word is ambitious horses.
My favorite word is tympanum. It means, "to tread lightly, even among the thistles."
Your favorite word may vary depending upon your particular leanings.
The favorite word of the word "Hamstring" is "Bouillabaise."
The favorite word of the word "Bougainvillea" is "Swarthy."
The favorite word of the word "Moisture" is "Reticulate."
The little flowers in the field have their favorite words, too.
While sitting in my Escalade at the Taco Bell Drive-Thru, two thoughts occurred to me as the moon occurs to all sublunary beings in moments of titular respite and abjurative horror. You too, I'm sure, have seen divine protestation. Thought A: I got this one bad tooth treat everything like a mandate. Thought B: The biggest thing I ever killed didn't have any lips. Randy was still acting like an absolute ass. The bass thumped. Young Thom, freshly keeled and knickered, forewent his remaining obligations.