Word: beds
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...nthan. (It's hanging over my bed, the "Mr." circled in red.) Example 2: This past pre-frosh weekend, I went to dinner with three friends from high school. We were at Uno's, and the hostess had an abnormal amount of energy. The restaurant was crowded with a mixture of what looked like pre-frosh and frosh. It had been a long day and we were hungry. "Four please," I said...
...review the trendy new men's mag, Maxim, but I have great news to report: When your man is going to the gym, he's not indulging his Neanderthal muscle-building urges (okay, that might be part of it); he wants you to ooh over his pecs in bed...
...Dirty jokes, busty women, perverted fantasies--they're all there. This is not to say Maxim is a poor concept. Au contraire--it caters perfectly to the interests and needs of men, age 18-30. Finally, here is a magazine that tells men what they are doing wrong in bed, what to wear, how to act on a date and the numerous other social graces that women constantly complain guys lack. Does it mean that men are more insecure? Who cares! At least they won't wear that awful outfit anymore! And if Maxim is successful from a woman...
Zehir Kryeziu, 29, is a former car painter in Germany who, with two days' training, was thrown into the battle on Wednesday. Lying in a grimy hospital bed in nearby Bajram Curri, still wearing his mud-caked uniform, he says he was carrying supplies to the assault forces when he was hit in the groin with shrapnel. "I had to walk for 24 hours holding my wound closed," he says. "When I got out of Kosovo I had to stop a local car and persuade the driver to take me to the hospital...
...said she'd be back in 15 minutes. After about an hour, when l had determined that only three out of the "500 Reasons Why I’m Obsessive Compulsive" applied to me, l found myself studying the "Ziggy" ("Look Out World, Here l Come!") poster above her bed and abandoned the idea of meeting my host before dinner...