Word: chowed
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...animal studies, Joseph and his associates developed a series of motor-skills tests that they called the Rat Olympics. Rats had to walk balance beams and stay upright during a log-rolling task. Those raised on special blueberry rat chow did significantly better than those that were not, leading Joseph to conclude that "blueberries were actually able to reverse motor deficits in these aging animals." More remarkably, when mice that had been genetically altered to express Alzheimer's were put on the blueberry diet, they did not experience memory loss. Joseph's research has shown some similar benefits from walnuts...
Finally, no one is advocating that students be allowed to bring food into the stacks themselves. Not only is there no need to chow down while comparing call numbers in Widener, but the stacks are cramped and in many cases rarely accessed, so rotting grapes rolling around underneath the shelves could present a huge problem...
...team mainstay wasn’t emo-haired Brit Jim Sturgess but Chinese-American mechanical engineering major Jeff Ma—less airbrushing than racial revisionist history. For his part, Ma has no problem with the casting, asserting that he understands that only Chinese superstars like Jackie Chan or Chow Yun-Fat can draw the mainstream audiences studios seek...
...shortened: operations orders become “opords,” fragmentary orders “fragos,” warning orders “warnos,” and meals—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—are united under the simple moniker “chow,” or sometimes, if ovens are involved, “hot chow.” When the cadets leave their classroom to make their way towards MIT’s indoor track, their footfalls are quick on the wet sidewalk...
...cautionary nightmare, they can walk by the peach-colored house. Just beyond the front door, a toilet has exploded into the foyer and a thick sludge of feces seeps across the tiles and into the living room. Beer bottles, wine boxes, cigarette cartons, condom wrappers, dirty clothes and dog chow pile up on the soggy carpeting. Gang tags and drug-addled poetry splash the walls in red, gold and black spray paint. The decimated kitchen counters sag beneath jugs of curdled milk and rot-encrusted dishes. Scratched in the entrance hall is a fitting salutation: "Welcome to Hell...