Word: yell
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Madsen originated at the embattled Aware Woman Center for Choice clinic in Melbourne, Florida. Protesters regularly blocked the clinic's doorway and climbed the fences to yell things like "Mommy! Don't kill me! They're ripping my arm off!" at clients. Aware Woman was attacked with butyric acid and its locks were jammed with glue; its staff members were stalked and threatened and their neighbors and children accosted. Finally, last year, a month after the murder of Dr. David Gunn by an antiabortion zealot 275 miles away in Pensacola, a circuit judge acted: he replaced a limited injunction against...
...shape? She laughs. "You mean through the postnasal drip? I don't sing in the shower, and I never vocalize -- it's too embarrassing. I only sing when I have to do a job. Then, to prepare, I go into the dining room and see how loud I can yell without pain...
...Mart sing is a little bit likewatching a disgusting, hyperactive little kidperform in front of you. He prowls around stage,bunched over the two microphones he has tapedtogether. He screams and chortles and snarls andoccasionally sings his way through Fat Day's sets,grabbing his balls, pulling his hair, yelling'fuck you' at random people in the audience. Healso often will yell 'fuck you' in the middle ofthe street, but in a friendly sort...
...University recycles year for our final enjoyment. I might have guessed from finals period that the end of the year would prove an insufficient capstone. Presently enough, this year's Quad Howl was a travesty. Since sophomore year bonfires and spontaneous tackle football have been standards during the primal yell. Big rubber water balloon throwers, streakers shaped like big rubber water balloons, and reams of toilet paper, have been reliable staples every year. But they were in pitifully short supply this time around. I had purchased throat lozenges days before in anticipation of being hoarse from shouting "your momma" jokes...
...remember the night in March when I spent five hours researching a story only to misspell one name and get an angry phone call. I was pouting, in desperate need of someone to yell at, but he calmed...