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Word: hosed (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...author herself floated in and out of relationships and jobs until deciding to become a writer, throughout the book struggling to reconcile what Radcliffe taught her and what it did not. And the last character, the neurotic, rich, tennis star-femme fatale, ran a rubber hose from her car's exhaust pipe to its interior and left the engine running...

Author: By Kristin A. Goss, | Title: The Edge of the Cliffe: | 4/29/1987 | See Source »

...women who work for the Border Patrol reluctantly admit that their job is like a game, like trying to stop a running hose with your finger. We met with the mounted patrolmen late at night. The sound of their hoofs beating down the dirt road in complete darkness was enough to scare us halfway back to the safety of our car. There were only five of them, but they sounded like an angry posse coming...

Author: By John Rosenthal, | Title: The Border Order | 4/7/1987 | See Source »

...held since November. Rivera reported that Heidnik whipped the women with a stick and fed them a mixture of dog food and, it was later learned, minced human flesh. One woman had been electrocuted, the captives said, when Heidnik stood her in the basement earthen pit, used a garden hose to flood it and touched a live wire to her chains. Her body was found in a New Jersey state forest near Camden...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: House Of Horrors: Serial murder in Philadelphia | 4/6/1987 | See Source »

...sister Lisa, 16, went driving around the Bergenfield area with two companions, Thomas Olton, 18, and Thomas Rizzo, 19. At about 3 a.m., the teenagers stopped at an Amoco station and bought $3 worth of gas for Olton's brown Camaro. They asked if they could take the hose from the station's automobile vacuum cleaner, but the attendant refused...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Teen Suicide: Two death pacts shake the country | 3/23/1987 | See Source »

Carefully bending a taster spoon between my teeth, I snap and catapult it at Nancy. It smacks into the back of her neck and she jerks forward into the spray hose hanging next to the smoosh board. Its handle depresses, drenching her leg with water. "Hose-shot, hose-shot!" I chant, dancing triumphantly out of her reach. The waist high smoosh-hose is a chronic problem for scoopers, whose rushes to the board often leave them looking incontinent. Nancy sends a confetti cloud of powdered Reeses at my head...

Author: By John P. Thompson, | Title: Primal 'Scream | 3/5/1987 | See Source »

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