Word: spits
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...necklaces at home if that’s what you’re so tart about.”“Winnie, do you even feel sorry that Trent died?”“Do you?”He tried to gasp but I spit out, “Because we knew him about equal. And that’s to say not very much at all.” “That’s not—”“But, yes, I probably bawled my eyes out solid...
...instructions to bring a "dish to share, a [cheap] bottle of wine, a hard-luck story and a devil-may-care attitude." Fowler, 46, a freelance writer and editor whose guests were mainly fellow media types and academics in their 40s and 50s, says, "It was fun to spit in the eye of impending doom. All of this tension is a lot more tolerable if you can have some fun and look it right in the face and call it what it is. And have a stiff drink...
...band’s way of saying, “This is what really happened.” “The Clash” contains the band’s own words about their history, from their 1976 formation to their 1984 de facto dissolution, from dodging spit and beer bottles to winning worldwide acclaim and dealing with the drug addictions and personality clashes that caused their break-up. One part photo album and one part interview transcript, “The Clash” brings the reader a vibrant and engaging history of one of punk rock?...
...somewhere in the catacombs of Axl’s skull. What we expected was the sound of Siddhartha playing a solo conceived from the empyrean bliss of the all-being. What we got was an exceptionally slick, exceptionally boring chunk of self-indulgence that GNR could’ve spit out in 1993 and saved itself the effort. Not for its sheer magnitude could it even be crazier than “808s and Heartbreak.” Lunacy, thy name is Kanye. —Ryan J. Meehan is the incoming Books Editor. He is insignificant...
...linen shift off of her body. “Wench!” she snarled.Roxanna, now naked, cried out in distress. Her milk-white body trembled, and the sunlight made a halo of her golden hair. Felicity grabbed Roxanna’s shoulders and pursed her lips, ready to spit in the chambermaid’s face. But something made her pause, staring into Roxanna’s wide, tear-filled eyes. Roxanna lifted her shaking hands and cupped Felicity’s face. Her touch was gentle. “Oh my lady,” she whispered...