Word: chugs
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Hello, my name is Walt Howell. And I am a BAWLS-aholic.I will drink a BAWLS in the morning, then I will drink a BAWLS at brunch, and then I will chug ten more BAWLS for a light pre-lunch snack. By 11:30 a. m. every day, the falcon flies at midnight. California! For if I could describe my life essence, that which completes me, sustains me, fulfills me to the fullest, in one word, that word would be BAWLS.Check that, I’m going to use two: BAWLS-nasty. You think I can?...
...Harvard, mediocrity is nothing short of unacceptable—even on Saturday night. So chug, party all-star: that glib yet strapping Spee-man from philosophy section seems to be climbing the ladder to social success faster than...
...pitch blackness before dawn one morning in late may, four boats belonging to Diego Crespo Sevilla chug out of a port in southwest Spain to enact an elaborate marine ambush. About 50 fishermen drop hundreds of red markers, attached to nets, which bob for nearly 2 km along the water's surface, forming rows as neat as traffic lanes on a highway. Then they maneuver their boats to form a wide square, and they wait. As the sun rises an hour later, a drama begins to unfold. Nearly 200 huge tuna glide through the lanes until they find themselves trapped...
...things-a metaphor, perhaps, for the nation's traumatic paralysis over the Mesopotamian disaster. Lieberman's diffidence is understandable. His unflinching support for the war isn't very popular with even his strongest supporters. But Lamont seems almost as reticent. A few days earlier, I'd watched the challenger chug through an entire speech to an Indian-American group without talking about Iraq. "I didn't even talk about the war!" he said with pseudo amazement when he began to take questions. The challenger obviously is out to prove he is more than a single issue anti-Joe. That will...
...pitch blackness before dawn one morning in late may, four boats belonging to Diego Crespo Sevilla chug out of a port in southwest Spain to enact an elaborate marine ambush. About 50 fishermen drop hundreds of red markers, attached to nets, which bob for nearly 2 km along the water's surface, forming rows as neat as traffic lanes on a highway. Then they maneuver their boats to form a wide square, and they wait. As the sun rises an hour [an error occurred while processing this directive] later, a drama begins to unfold. Nearly 200 huge tuna glide through...