Word: flatted
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...tongues of old sneakers, addressing subjects like peace and resisting drugs and blah blah blah with all the force of an NBC "The More You Know" public service announcement. His Calvin Klein ads were racy, but in a courteous, folded-napkin sort of way, all rounded pecs and flat abs, clean living and bright smiles. In Boogie Nights, Wahlberg gets real and raunchy: his character masturbates for money, has on-camera sex, snorts coke, robs houses and delivers a monologue with a 13-in. prosthetic penis hanging between his legs. After a recent screening, a group of men followed...
...perceive things/my style is real like lamb skin imported from the Persia/follow my excursion until you feelin' the new revised version." Simultaneously silly and ferocious, Busta takes lyrical risks unlike many rappers today. Only on "Get High Tonight," another tired rap ode to marijuana, does Busta the lyricist fall flat. His rhymes are so trite and delivery so weak that not even a chorus built on K.C. and the Sunshine Band's "Get Down Tonight" can save...
Then one day, while riding his bicycle to the hospital, Chandra ran over a nail, and his tire went flat. He wheeled his bicycle to a roadside stall, where the repairman was busy retreading a truck tire with vulcanized rubber. Once his bicycle was fixed, Chandra raced to the hospital and consulted with Sethi. Soon Chandra returned to the tire shop with an amputee patient and a foot cast. He asked the repairman if he could cast a rubber foot. "He agreed,'' Sethi says, "and refused to accept any money once he found out why we were doing...
Moreover, Mystic Lake-Tufts home site-is known for having very flat water and the mild breeze Saturday did not change that perception. Tufts, being used to this, may have carried a bit of a home-water advantage...
...merely molecular. Then the inevitable slippage started. With plottable predictability, as if my brain were a slowly draining beaker, my sense of well-being sank and sank until I felt lower and darker than ever before. I went back to a doctor--a specialist this time--and asked flat out for Prozac, by then the subject of books and articles. One week later I felt fully restored and resigned myself to a humbling new self-image: neurochemical robot. I felt like one of those cutaway human heads used in TV commercials for decongestants...