Word: spits
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...large, was how the biggest players in the financial-services sector acted in the run-up to the crisis. Taking on risk from instruments like credit-default swaps and collateralized debt obligations (CDOs) was treated as a profit center, often with little oversight of the mathematical models that spit out numbers about what it was all worth. The models proved spectacularly wrong because they precluded the possibility of an outsize event. Once big shocks, like declining home prices, started hitting, the models broke down. According to a report by a group of U.S. and international regulators, while some firms tried...
...Fleming's idea of Bond villains was that they were inbred, disenfranchised Euro-aristocrats, their vocation twisted from nation-building to world-conquering; and the movies have honored that antique notion. The baddie conglomerate, once known as SPECTRE, is now Quantum, but their role is the same: to spit out snide threats in an upper-crust accent of indeterminate nationality...
...point, and he cultivates a variety of catchy hooks and different flows. Take his verse on the superstar-studded “Swagga Like Us,” where T.I. outshines the likes of Jay-Z, Kanye, and Lil Wayne. “All my verses picture perfect / Only spit to serve a purpose / You ain’t living what you kicking then you worthless / Lookin’ from the surface / It may seem like I got reason to be nervous / Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it.” Gone...
...typical fashion, I had purchased the wrong magazine. And I also spent 20 minutes trying to put the pages of a manuscript in their correct order after the photocopy machine had the audacity to spit them out completely and inexplicably mixed...
...attracted little attention. Who would distinguish him from among the fishmongers, tinkers, tailors, beadles, gentlemen, and dogs? Quickly, he made for one of the city’s more disreputable neighborhoods, where he entered a brothel.Lamps flickered weakly in the smoke-filled room. The floor was covered in sawdust, spit, tar, and drink. The Stable Boy’s eyes were some time in adjusting to the gloom. But, yes, there he was. It was hard to make him out in the tangle of fleshy limbs that occupied the loveseat in the far corner, but Oliver J. Swindleton had kept...