Word: gentlemenly
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...accustomed to taking my 5 o’clock scotch in the company of other well-mannered gentlemen, blanch at the notion of hooligans loitering among us. They threaten our quietude, with their newfangled dungarees and brimmed caps turned askew, and not so much as a single article of tweed! They scream along to their wild rock-and-roll music—all fans of those British, mop-headed Insects, or Beetles, or whatnot—and exhibit all manner of inappropriate merriment...
...also hankering for ham and paper towels, no need to run to the supermarket. As the stock market headed south last fall, Peterson, owner of Elmer Auction, LLC, added grocery items like cereals and cleaning supplies to his ledger. And they've sold, to the cash-strapped ladies and gentlemen sitting in each and every row. "People are skipping the decorative items," says Peterson, "and buying what they need...
...marrieds and college kids who make it a smash, is the image of a nice young lady submitting to, or demanding, some extravagant sexual attention. The minimal plot has Chambers inducted into a secret sex society, where she is put in a truss and suffers the pleasures of many gentlemen, including one of the first African-American sex-film stars, Johnnie Keyes. The plot could have been a metaphor for the incursion of a sex-film industry, once the entertainment of bordellos and stag parties, into the middle-class movie consciousness. (Read about an American university's battle over porn...
...almost worthy of the “gracias” / “grassy ass” wisecracks we sported during recess in 5th grade: “If You Seek Amy” / “F-U-C-K Me.” Ladies and gentlemen, this is surely pop songwriting at its finest. However she frames it – “gimme more,” “you’re toxic, I’m slipping under,” etc. – Britney wants some...
Take the envelope, Patrick,” my blockmate urged me. As if still frozen from the previous night’s chilly River Run, I remained motionless and stared blankly at two over-eager gentlemen, clad in Pforzheimer gear. I was unable to take the envelope. They gently placed the death notice in my blockmate’s outstretched hand and assured us that everything would turn out well as the door closed. I whipped an already-beat Top-Sider at my poster-clad Pennypacker wall. After a year of scabies, long walks to Annenberg, and gazing...