Word: toothlessly
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About two dozen people strolled past a quartet of toothless old men outside Cothern's General Store in Riddleton to meet Gore inside the combination grocery store-post office-lending library. Bill Cothern, 30, the store's proprietor, protested the inflation. "How is the common man going to make it?" he asked. "The prices of stuff on my shelves is climbing. It's just disgusting. How much longer can we stand this?" Gore responded by asking how many in his small audience favored wage-and-price controls. All but two raised their hands...
...Jesus, Elijah and Moses in his former lives. The spacecraft is imminently expected. It will carry believers to an enigmatic "garden" where they will get "energy" from their coequal, the King of Kings, alias Chief of Chiefs, the god who created planet earth. Believers will live eternally in hairless, toothless bodies that are free of disease and decay. Groll scoffs about possible parallels between the camp discipline and the tragic end of Jonestown: "Anyone can walk away. We just have to turn from a caterpillar into a butterfly and then we'll be ready to leave...
...blaring disco music when he skips rope, and he did not alter that regimen for last week's Spartakiad What is worse, Mayes has made a few converts. He has taught the cleaning women his practice gym to lay down their brooms and pick up the beat. Wearing toothless smiles and saying "disco disco," they twitch to the music in a most un-Soviet manner...
...amours of Chuck E., and for a fine new album full of similar vignettes of life on the main stem, you can thank Rickie Lee Jones, 24, who has never cut a record before but who has sung in hard-times joints "full of bikers, degenerates, drunken men and toothless women" as recently as last year. She bought her first good guitar three weeks...
Walking over to Lowell House, I wondered what I might find. What I really wanted was a seamy, unknown and disreputable underworld existing in close, but uneasy, proximity to the halls of academia. My visions of toothless pugs who divide their time between grungy gyms and Soc Sci 33 was irrevocably shattered when I walked into the Old-Ivy confines of the Lowell...