Word: spitted
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Today is the last day of February, and across campus the World's Luckiest Kids are griping with a superhuman zeal. Midterms are approaching, the need to show leadership in extracurriculars is growing, and judging by that smell, a giant baby has spit up in your common room (or maybe that's just my common room). We Harvard students live in a tourist attraction with movie stars and geniuses; we're recognized on all continents as the crme of the brulee, the syrup on the pancakes of greatness. Yet most of us complain like vegans at a barbecue cook...
Ford joined the group of legislators pushing General Dwight Eisenhower to run for President. Soon Ford was on the delegation with Secretary of State John Foster Dulles to monitor the Korean cease-fire. Then he went to Saigon: "I remember the French generals with all their spit and polish giving us a two-hour briefing on how they were going to win the war in Vietnam." It would be President Ford who inherited the final convulsion of that tragic war, made indelible by the pictures of desperate Vietnamese on a rooftop stairs trying to get on a departing helicopter. Ford...
...rest of us, though, TV will more than suffice. And stunning technological advances will revolutionize our viewing pleasure. Computer-enhanced television will enable us to customize the content of broadcast sports coverage. Let's say, for example, that you only want to watch players groom themselves and spit. The new personal-p.o.v. digital technology will allow you to remain focused on any player, on the field or off, who's picking his nose, adjusting his protective cup or spewing tobacco juice--without the constant interruption of superfluous play-by-play coverage...
...final soccer game of the season, my six-year-old daughter, while chatting with a friend and seemingly oblivious to the game, inadvertently allowed a ball to ricochet off her hip into her own goal. She responded with a vicious throat-slashing gesture directed at her teammates. She later spit at me, apparently mistaking me for an autograph-seeking fan. And that night at a local restaurant, she confessed to intentionally throwing the game, having placed a rather substantial wager on the opposing team...
...usual, my curiosity got the better of me and I settled into my seat, which was in spitting distance from the ring. (I only know this because some wrestling brute with tattoos that spread continuously from his right pinky to his left decided to demonstrate. I wanted to ask him if getting all those tattoos had hurt, but was afraid of being spit on again.) The first fight involved someone in yellow leather (or pleather? I couldn't be sure, even with our proximity) pants fighting a Dracula-esque character with fangs and blood spurting out of his mouth. Dracula...