Word: ribbing
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...Lilith Fair should change it even more. McLachlan, in conceiving the event, drew inspiration from the proto-feminist Hebrew legend of Lilith, Adam's first wife. Unlike Eve, Lilith was not spawned from Adam's rib but was created by God out of dust, just as Adam was. But as soon as Lilith and Adam were joined together, they began to quarrel. Adam said: "It is your duty to obey me." Lilith replied, "We are both equal...and I will not be submissive to you." Set that last quote to music, and you'd have a fitting anthem for Lilith...
Knight arranged extraordinary access for a small contractor like Haney. He got him or his top executives into 10 meetings with Grumbly over two years. Haney and Grumbly dined together three times at such Washington haunts as Sam and Harry's and the Prime Rib. Haney also accompanied Knight to a select dinner party at the Vice President's residence...
...what hath Wilmut wrought? A fully formed, perfectly healthy mammal--a mammal!--born from a single adult cell. Not since God took Adam's rib and fashioned a helpmate for him has anything so fantastic occurred...
...room rebuked him. As Dole was struggling to extricate himself, his aides hustled him away. But aware of how it would look if he ended this rare ghetto visit without pressing the flesh, Dole hopped out of the car and strode across the street into a local rib joint. The customers, most of them unemployed black men, answered his congenial banter with hard-eyed stares. Not five minutes later, his face fixed in a pained smile, Dole retreated to his motorcade. As he crossed what must have seemed like miles of inner-city street, he saw one smiling dark face...
...their own grub. For one thing, he would almost certainly insist on ordering for you. "No, you don't want the striped bass," he'd say. "The fish they serve in this place haven't been in the water since the Great Flood. Waiter, bring him the rib roast. Well done. Just burn her up. And don't go sprinkling on any of those Gucci spices of yours. He wants an honest piece of meat. O.K., next order...