Word: stinks
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...money from infecting politics. Comically arbitrary procedural rules that allow fund raisers on Tuesday but not Thursday, or ban donors from the White House bathtub but not the shower, don't merely miss the point. These rules also deodorize a lot of smelly behavior, even as they exaggerate the stink of other behavior that is no worse...
...said [to the team at halftime], "Your passes stink. Your decisions stink. So the good news is...you can only get better,'" Delaney-Smith said...
...gauntlet in the face of a hated regime and giddily indulging in a long-overdue chance to lampoon it. They banged spoons on plates to emphasize the depth of Serbia's economic malaise. They marched in front of the state-run TV network holding their noses "because the lies stink so much." They sprayed parliament with detergent (to symbolize the need to clean up corruption). Even as the winter weather turned from surly to mean, the crowd's numbers--and boldness--burgeoned with each passing...
...turns out they did it right: Ink doesn't stink. The first version was a strained attempt at something resembling '30s screwball comedy: Danson and Steenburgen finalized their divorce in the opening scene and were back at adjoining desks the very same day; when Steenburgen offered to quit, she was made managing editor instead. Even if the setup had been more plausible, the show proved how unfriendly TV is to stylized screwball comedy. Viewers don't want to be distanced by brittle, rat-a-tat comedy patter; they want comfortable characters they can relate...
...early evening on Wednesday, just after 7. Even on the lakefront, the air stank. The tear gas dispensed by one side and the stink bombs set off by the other lingered in mouth and throat. Across the scene (phalanxes of blue-helmeted cops, battle jeeps with barbed wire like mustaches across their grilles, the guerrilla-idealist young in tantrum, their faces contorted with rage) there swept not only rhythmic waves of sound ("Hey, Hey, L.B.J., how many kids did you kill today?") but an amazing Satanic smell, a Yippie genius' brew that simulated vomit, decomposing flesh, death, cloaca and kindred...