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...Love your car!" The young woman, who is quite pretty, has skipped across the main street of my New Hampshire town to say this. "Thanks," I tell her modestly, wondering if it would be all right to twirl my mustache. I borrowed this Mazda MX-5 Miata three days ago. People edge away when I park my usual vehicle, a large black four-wheel-drive Ford plow truck with red pinstriping and air horns. But the Miata gets passersby smiling and talking: teenagers, old couples, a fellow dressed in muscles and a camouflage shirt at a tire store, bicyclists...
...apparel industry, the mini's failure has been a real financial chiller. "The guts of the market is daytime wear," says Neal Fox, president of the Washington-area Garfinckels stores. Abandoned skirts at hefty reductions off the original price twirl idly on sales racks at Manhattan's Saks Fifth Avenue. According to Millstein, the industry lost billions in markdowns. U.S. Commerce Department figures indicate that sales of women's clothes in February dropped 3.6% from the year before...
...their fans' deportment that amazed the country, so used to New York City trashing its stadium or Detroit setting fire to the neighborhood. From the first game to the last, both won by the series' MVP Frank Viola, Minnesotans were content to twirl cotton hankies for Kirby Puckett and to blow tin whistles at the Cardinals. Gracious winning was the story of the year in baseball. When Minnesota finally won something, it knew...
...mechanical bunnies in Tuck's apartment; a project leader named Ozzie, for Oswald the Rabbit; a cameo turn by Chuck Jones, the cartoon auteur who developed Bugs Bunny. Is the plot conflict as pure as an archetypal Western shoot-out? Then one bad guy, the Cowboy (Robert Picardo), will twirl his hair dryer like a six-shooter while he sings I'm an Old Cowhand; and another, the thug-chauffeur Igoe (Vernon Wells), will shoot a man through the gloved finger of his steel hand and then, to impress a gawking boy, blow smoke from the glove's ruptured finger...
While they shuffle through the orderly single-file maze of the serving line, we twirl spastically from one tub to another, careening around arms and flailing scoops to finally smack cups onto the counter, then pivot to the register, ducking around cone-wielding scoopers. It's a sport more intricate than basketball, with the interesting complication that the other team is working with the wrong set of rules...