Word: panting
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...other concertgoers, I had a good view of the scene. But there was not much to see. The crowd was almost entirely female sixteen and under. Two middle-schoolers clung to one another as they sifted through the crowd, proudly sporting matching No Doubt T-shirt and tight black pant outfits. At this moment, a horrible thought crossed my mind. What if No Doubt doesn't play instruments anymore? What if they just sit on stools, wear matching costumes (adorned with some individualizing accessory, of course) and sing love medleys? I was afraid this cotton candy crowd would scream...
...camps, cuts a meandering 64-mile-long swath through frontier history along the mountainous border between Colorado and New Mexico. From Memorial Day weekend to mid-October, steam-driven locomotives, restored to mint condition and fired by tons of hand-stoked coal, maneuver around bends and across streambeds and pant up grades as steep as 4% on a track measuring just 36 in. between the rails...
...MATT: It would be hard for people to track these items down. I must admit, most of my stuff is Italian. I lived in Florence this past summer, so I have sort of a weakness for the boutiques there. The shirt is Italian; the pants are not! The pants are Perry Ellis, I got them at a department store. The shoes are from Milan. No buckle! I don't dig on the buckle. The belt is from the Mercato San Lorenzo in Florence; you can get yourself one for 12 bucks. Of course you don't need to pick...
...colors because then they'll go with everything. I hate patterns on me. I like them on other people, I think they're really pretty. But collared shirts: I think they're huge, I love them. This tanktop is the tanktop that I always wear in the winter. These pants my mom made. She makes most of my pants because I'm very stringent, very stringent on pants. Pants have to be exactly what I want. These actually, I don't know, I'm hoping I lost a little weight but I don't think so--they really...
...headed out into the torrential downpour and canvassed the Yard. Two days later we watched as scores of lovely ladies flowed into The Crimson, and evaluated our yield. All things considered, we didn t do too badly--the halter-top, go-go pant combination was a well-represented ensemble. Of course, by the end of the presentation, FM had recruited a solid crop of new writers, J.P. had scored a set of digits and Josh and I were left with nothing to show for our efforts but two nasty colds...