Not bad, but nothing compared with a spittle bug.
Like 10-year-old cookie-jar thieves, they simply denied it all and professed outrage at their accusers through a spittle of crumbs.
A short burst on the instrument creates a spittle shower similar to a sneeze, travelling at a four million droplets a second, a PLoS One journal study shows.
Drew is a spittle-flecked ambassador from hell, representing his "ends" with the generous lubrication of bodily fluids.
But the pictures trumped the home-cooked propaganda, as when you put a spittle-spraying Southern governor up against a Greensboro Four leader like Franklin McCain, in his earnest Sunday clothes, offering a cogent critique of Woolworth's Southern business strategy as it related to black shoppers nationwide.
Would that it did, and that its monsters and their implications were thus easier to dismiss, to wave away like the remaining Marlboro and bourbon fug left over from a spittle-flecked Mike Hammer rant, rather than listed as established facts in the work's useful and unsettling glossary.
The opening is something Cometti can sense from decades spent as McAvaney's co-pilot on hundreds of football broadcasts but also by his colleague's cadence – sometimes wearied and flagging but with McAvaney, just as often a spittle-inducing parabola whose upward peak pushes the limits of human oxygen intake.
Think of the sportswriter Buzz Bissinger, who's probably better known to younger fans — thanks to YouTube's unkind ministrations — for a spittle-flecked rant against blogging, delivered on Bob Costas's HBO roundtable last spring, than he is for writing "Friday Night Lights".
"I'm not foaming at the mouth to be in Athens," he said during an interview one day before the opening ceremony, "but there is a little spittle coming out".
The rain arrived here in a hard spittle long before Mr. Nelson, who opened the show, took the stage, which was erected in deep center field and the only truly dry surface in this stadium, normally home to Lakewood's minor league baseball team, the BlueClaws.
The enemy isn't the infected masses who range from angry men with a little spittle on their lips to blind, zombie-like bastards with bracket-fungus faces and one-hit kill credentials.
