Word: pit
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Intuition told me there had to be such a place. It sits along Highway 178 near Rocky Bottom, just shy of the North Carolina border. The Roadkill Grill is an outdoor barbecue pit on the property of Bob's Place, a rustic beer tavern where the Confederate flag flies proud and the "Hillbilly Poem" is stapled to an outside wall. It reads, "We're noted for our hard times and God's great creation. We're the people of the hillbilly nation." The hillbillies, it turns out, liked Bush, as did plenty of God-fearing family folk, party loyalists...
...Abercrombie models as you pass through the Square on your way to practice. He watches you picking your wedgie slyly as you slip out of Out-of-Town News. When you sneak out for a Store-24 run at 3 a.m., he knows. Is he hiding among the pit kids? Nope-heis sitting at his computer, looking at you via the ithe Official Dewey, Cheetham and Howe Hahvahd Squayah Web Cam,i located at http://cartalk.engine.trippy.net/ cartalk/deweycam5.htm...
...attack his "friend John"--and kept a wary distance from the traveling press corps. Not anymore. As he unveiled his new-look campaign in South Carolina last week, including Oprah-style sessions with citizens and banners heralding him as A REFORMER WITH RESULTS, Bush tore into McCain like a pit bull let loose in a slaughterhouse. "John" was out. "Chairman McCain," meant to remind voters that McCain presides over the Senate's Commerce Committee, was in. So was schmoozing with journalists...
What would you pay to party with Sharon Stone at Spago? Or sit with Bill Clinton as his party names a successor? The bidding begins at $100,000 for premier perks at August's Democratic convention in Los Angeles, marketed as a mosh pit of star power - show biz and political. House and Senate campaign committees have already emptied so many deep pockets for VIP packages that party chairman Ed Rendell is scrambling to control what bennies are left...
...their departed bandleader's impetus. On this solo effort, Hutchence is a veritable vocal chameleon, at times crooning dead on impressions of U2 lead singer Bono's scratchy, unearthly vocals (who ironically provides backup vocals on one track) and others growling with enough intensity to put a pit bull to shame...