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...name really was Heloise. This in spite of much duly reported bar- and restaurant-hopping and a brush with the law after finding himself lost in a deserted shopping mall: "He told me to give him my license and sit down and shut up or he'd throw my ass in jail for public intoxication. I told him I hadn't seen much else but public intoxication in San Antonio that night, and his handcuffs made a cricketlike sound as he took them off his belt. I gave him my license...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Lallygagging Nobody Better, Better Than Nobody | 5/25/1987 | See Source »

...REAL. Nothing is worse than some smart-ass who thinks a half-finished liberal arts education is of any value or use whatsoever. Summer jobs only come in two flavors: menial and boring. Behind door I is construction, road work, and painting. Behind door 2 is shuffling papers, adding long columns of numbers, and sleeping behind the Xerox machine. Take your pick...

Author: By Rutger Fury, | Title: Summertime Blues | 5/15/1987 | See Source »

...television series you do a premise. You do one pilot, one script, you sign a contract and what it basically says is that you will do the work that we send you and you're not going to be a pain in the ass about it," Howard says. "You don't get a vote...

Author: By Emily J.M. Knowlton, | Title: Ken Howard: Leaving Hollywood for Harvard | 3/18/1987 | See Source »

...private self and his father (Jamie McInnes) work secretly together to provide continue slapstick comedy. During afternoon tea, Gar predicts every word the elder O'Donnell speaks. When the old man describes his problems with travelling (his bowels cease to function), the unseen alter ego screams "bound by the ass, tethered by the toilet" to the delight of the audience...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Harvard Theater | 3/13/1987 | See Source »

...warm, sweet-smelling atmosphere of ice cream and music behind the counter always floats me into a completely primal mode of being. I drift and bop in a peacefully chaotic world, popping taster spoons until my stomach bloats, bullshitting with my fellow scoopers, or flying into smart-ass raps with the customers...

Author: By John P. Thompson, | Title: Primal 'Scream | 3/5/1987 | See Source »

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