Word: grunted
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...cleaned it up or the cat got hungry. After lunch he would struggle, the muscles on his face contorted as he used his arms to propel his body toward his bath down the hall. I tried talking to him, but he never responded with anything more than a muffled grunt or a confused glance. Maybe it was the age difference: I was nine and he was twenty...
...authorities. "The ones that truly believe are the ones who become suicide pilots," says French terrorism expert Roland Jacquard. "The ones who don't - the ones responding to promises of money, and support for their families, or the ones simply acting out of hate - they end up with the grunt work of logistics, criminal activity, gun-running. Eventually, they'll burn out. When they do, they'll be valuable to intelligence people - if they're picked up." Identifying those people will be the prime test for U.S. intelligence forces in the years to come...
...great, and some fans are complaining that she's been too heavily influenced by British director-husband GUY RITCHIE. Now comes word that Ritchie is remaking Swept Away, the 1974 Lina Wertmuller film, in which Mrs. Ritchie will play the rich, spoiled woman marooned on an island with her grunt-for-hire, who turns the tables by deeply humiliating her. In one scene, he forces her to wash his underpants for food--and they fall in love! So let's review: in Madonna's video What It Feels Like for a Girl, directed by Guy, she engages in odd, debasing...
...they ever felt the eternal tick of seconds that make the hours between 2 and 3 p.m. seem like ten lifetimes? Have they ever made copies for the third day in a row? Certainly, they have never ground mouse chow. With most internships consisting of nothing more than glorified grunt work, it seems hard to believe that any internship could really give a dose of wonderful career...
...explored just about every awkward motion possible while trying to ski, but up till today, I have never simply stopped moving forward, despite every muscle firing in the right sequence and straining to move me forward. After a surprised moment in this strange equilibrium I let out a wheezy grunt and gently slumped forward. From this position my body somehow found one last drop of adrenaline in my already taxed gland and it squirted into my bloodstream. With this as fuel, I managed to stand up and continued my lurching progress up the hill, but this breakdown upgraded the crisis...