Word: forget
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...moment let's forget all this theoretical crap and get down to the interesting stuff. There are a lot of evil minded gossip mongers--some of whom, you might be interested to know, are paid by foreign governments for their troubles--who claim that America's professional wrestlers are a bunch of beer-bellied longshoremen too washed up to take on any other work. Well, my friends, let's put that myth to rest right now. The men and women in big time wrestling are the most superbly conditioned athletes in the world. This fact may be ascertained...
...central scrublands of Georgia. Its name: Crusher Blackwell, all 572 pounds of it. Crusher used to make a fool of himself in front of television cameras by singing ridiculous little jungles like "Jingle bells, jingle bells, I'm gonna stomp Sammartino's head flat." Often he would forget these pathetic rhymes when he was only half way through them. Blackwell was unpopular from his first bout onwards, but despite his unpopularity he drew enormous crowds and was therefore able to charge an enormous price for performing. He retired to Plains, Ga., to raises peanuts. That was about ten years...
...habitual contact between the sexes, and easy access to contraceptives. Even if they were curious about what an intimate relationship with a second or third person would be like, the chances of finding out were small, so it was easier to adjust to the good thing they had and forget that there can be more than one good thing...
...CoEvolutionary Quarterly stacks aphorisms and maxims and self-help articles on top of each other like bathroom wall grafitti, and should be treated as such. One of the most popular lines of grafitti in the late '60s was "America--Fix It or Forget It." and the people who run The Quarterly seem bent on forgetting. The CoEvolutionary Quarterly should be read as one reads a clever piece of grafitti on a bathroom wall, washes his hands and slicks his hair back, then shoves his way out into the bright fluorescent lights of the real world...
...local bands with first albums and talent. First, The Poussette-Dart Band. Nice guitars with mandolins and reeds. Plenty here to make you forget Fleetwood...