Word: humped
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...also brought back dozens of new recipes. Some, like firepot lamb in hot sauce and sliced fish in wine sauce with sweet olive flowers, have already found their way onto her Cambridge menu. Others, like camel's hump and bear's paw, will appear as soon as she can find a constant source of supply. "I feel even closer to the Chinese people now than when I left nearly 25 years ago," she says...
...young and beautiful reporter, Helen, on his way to study under the famed but eccentric sexologist Dr. Bernardo, Allen arrives to find a crumbling mansion right out of a '30's horror film. Once at the door, the two visitors are greeted by none other than Igor, a hump-backed victim of one of the doctor's explorations into the effects of a four hour orgasm...
...thrown open, clowns dressed in baggy checked pants and vests and red fright wigs lure the bull out and get him jumping. Bonner holds on to the rope knot as if his gloves were glued to it, but his ass is thrown off the bull's hump as soon as his jaunt begins. It's going to be a rough few moments...
...went on to build more houses, buy apartments, acquire theaters and take over the regional Wurlitzer jukebox distributorship. By the time World War II hit, Wilson was rich. But he sold out everything for $250,000, joined the Air Transport Command and piloted C-47s over the Himalayan hump, probably the hairiest air route of the war. After being mustered out, he bought an Orange Crush distributorship, but it soured, and he lost $100,000. So he went back to construction and built a fortune of about $1,000,000, all the while sharpening his skills in choosing real estate...
...fervor of the champagne cooled Boston Pops crowd. It's not that rock concerts aren't interesting anymore, there's something perversely fascinating in contemplating these ambulating escapes from Madame Tussaud's. The music, with few exception, fulfilled the audience's craving for a thousand decibel dry hump. And Howard Wales' sterile charade delivers: drum solos with all the pulse of a seconal addict; keyboard work with all the sensuousness and imagination of a computer print out; treacly singing; the stage presence of a sloth; and above it all in smug squalor was the ego of Wales, ballooning over...