Word: unzipping
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...Implicit in the marketing campaign for it is the promise of camp humor, and, in this, the movie pretty much fails. These snakes have a way of attaching themselves to variously unspeakable parts of the human anatomy. It is not an awfully good idea to unzip your fly in the bathroom when these things are on the loose. And as for making illicit love in the john, forget about it. But to be honest about it, the laughs engendered by these incidents derive more from simple shock - ewww, yuck - than from any - dare we say it in this context? - more...
...what routines become, well, routine. Since arriving here in Salt Lake City, I've acquainted myself with the intricacies of metal detectors, learned that no one cares what book I'm reading, and formulated a special dance step that helps me sail through the endless security screenings: Step, unzip coat, open coat, twirl, take off ski hat, move through the metal detector, pause and smile. Works like a charm...
...Crick walked into the Eagle pub in Cambridge, England, and, as James Watson later recalled, announced that "we had found the secret of life." Actually, they had. That morning, Watson and Crick had figured out the structure of deoxyribonucleic acid, DNA. And that structure--a "double helix" that can "unzip" to make copies of itself--confirmed suspicions that DNA carries life's hereditary information...
Clinton may be the winner in the dismissal of the Paula Jones sexual-harassment lawsuit [NATION, April 13], but the judge's decision has set back the women's movement 50 years. Now any boss can ask a woman to come into his office, close the door, unzip his pants and ask her to perform oral sex. Even if she refuses and leaves, she can no longer claim outrage in a court of law. Unless this ruling is reversed, women in the workplace had better not go into the boss's office without a witness. If Clinton can get away...
...call my friend O., who has agreed to help me out. She's not home, so I assume that she's on her way already, and I leave the door unlocked. Kicking off my shoes, I fast-forward to track 20 on the Hair CD ("Be-In") and unzip my jeans. When O. Walks in, I'm standing in my boxer briefs by the bathroom sink, holding cartons of body paint in both hands and wearing a sly grin. She crouches down behind me and whips out a paintbrush. I hike up my underwear, and she starts to work, applying...