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After the parade, a stream of people descended on the Andrew and Broadway T stations, many commenting that this year's parade was yet another great reminder of the presence and influence of the Irish people in Boston...
...remember the first time I saw Purell instant handwash. It was on the subway, and a woman who must have been a model removed a bottle from her purse. She raised it high and squirted a long stream down onto her cupped hands, which she rubbed together like she was starting some crazy, germ-killing fire. It was just like in the movies, except this movie was made by a neurotic Jewish guy like me. Like movies...
...would never lack for topics. My holiday special would focus on how to keep well-meaning guests out of the kitchen: "More wine, Aunt Hattie?" In "Refrigerator Roulette," I'd try to figure out which leftovers are still safe to eat. Smell along at home! I can picture a stream of cameos in which I bring celebrity chefs resoundingly down to earth. I'd make Emeril Lagasse do the dishes. (What happens to the ones he dirties so exuberantly in the studio? Does he throw them all away? BAM!) When chef Mario Batali visits--that's "Molto Mario," of Food...
...life is presented as a round of silly escapades with his seemingly ever-present "Memphis Mafia," a group of employees/syncophants/friends whose main purpose was to indulge Elvis' whims, trysts with multiple girlfriends and performances in movies and concerts of varying quality. This was all fueled by a constant stream of drugs, mainly amphetamines, to which he became addicted in Germany while serving in the Army and which eventually led to the physical causes for his death: "the two principal laboratory reports...state(d) a strong belief that the primary cause of death was polypharmacy." His wild lifestyle is described...
...dead in the eye. The vomit looks a brown, orange color-like vegetable moo shoo gai pan splattered on the toilet and hanging on the stall walls. The smell cripples me and I feel a spasm contract my stomach. I close my eyes, hold my breath and aim my stream of kidney-processed Budweiser into the puke lagoon. The guy facing the urinal turns his head to caution his buddy entering the restroom, "Watch out, somebody zooped in here!" I've never heard of zooping before, but I sure as hell know what he means. I am a beginner...