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Word: jerk (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...have come to New York to see if Trump, the umpteenth person to form a presidential exploratory committee this year, is as big a jerk as he sometimes seems to be. Not that being a jerk automatically disqualifies a person from becoming a candidate these days: anyone with airfare and a website can jump in. But he's the first real estate developer with a skyscraper-size ego to run, a man famous for prompting Marla Maples' tabloid headline BEST SEX I'VE EVER HAD, and for refusing to shake hands for fear of germs. As he shakes mine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: My Evening with Donald Trump | 10/18/1999 | See Source »

What Ventura and Bush have in common is that neither is afraid to shock. The difference is that for Bush, acting like a jerk seems to be a political calculation...

Author: By Alan E. Wirzbicki, | Title: 'The Body' Politic | 10/5/1999 | See Source »

GROSS GIFTS Tired of reading about the latest company to sell its mundane wares online? The folks at giftcrap.com feel your ennui: their site has links to bizarre gift ideas instead. How about Cheddar-cheese-flavored worms, below, or a cremation urn shaped like a golf bag? For the jerk in your life (their words, not ours), you can get an alarm clock that wakes him or her with 60 seconds of verbal abuse. This site is not recommended for the humor impaired...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Your Technology Sep. 6, 1999 | 9/6/1999 | See Source »

Point the second: All it takes is one jerk. I said that before. But on this level, I'm much more worried. Thousands of angry people vs. scared riot cops. Oh, and no security. I'll get to that soon enough. What frightened me was the chance that some riot cop would panic and cave in some poor schmuck's head or discharge a weapon at the wrong person and I'd get hurt in the ensuing panic...

Author: By Paul S. Gutman, | Title: Up in Flames | 7/30/1999 | See Source »

...front of a golf course parking lot. I extended my thumb. After several false alarms from arriving golfers, a red hatchback running at full throttle flew by me, only inches from my hopeful digit. A hundred feet down the road, the vehicle lost speed and, with a jerk, spun around with a decisive U-turn. The car accelerated toward me and came to a halt in the unpaved parking lot. I jogged over to the driver's window and asked, "Raglan?" The kid driver with hair in his eyes gave a nod and said, "Sweet...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: To Raglan and Back | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

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