Sentence examples for bollocks a from inspiring English sources
The phrase "bollocks a" is not correct in English and does not form a usable expression.
It appears to be an incomplete phrase and lacks context for proper usage.
Example: "That idea is just bollocks."
Alternatives: "nonsense" or "rubbish".
Like tourists with a phrasebook, the Wachowskis get people to say "bollocks" a fair bit, and there is a pastiche of The Benny Hill Show.
His car registration plate is M16 WMD ("It's a sort of up yours!"), and when I use the word "bollocks" a few minutes later, his face lights up and he is off again: "That was one of my great quotes!" At last week's Fifa congress he told a journalist that Blatter's speech was bollocks.
Emmie proudly announces that Darnley "wouldn't know a book if it hit him in the bollocks"; a mention of Alfred Tennyson prompts the response: "Did he used to play for Millwall?"; and, asked to define global warming, Emmie answers "Oh, it's when the Russians are coming, innit?" People have compared Exton to Joe Orton.
In the end, it's the usual O'Neill bollocks: a hate crime is investigated and somehow this marks the end of free expression in the Western world.
Another option would be letting someone inject your bollocks a bit, to get sperm-killing gel directly into your vas deferens.
Ones to sample include the seasonal, quintessentially British The Dog's Bollocks, a fruity pale golden ale, and Bah Humbug, a spiced dark golden ale by Wychwood.
Just no: how to instantly bollocks an otherwise seductive chocolate dessert.
Bollocking a communications department employee: "How much fucking shit is there on the menu and what fucking flavour is it?" Advising minister Hugh Abbot to keep up with the zeitgeist: "You've got 24 hours to sort out your policy on EastEnders, right?
She became more like an in-house counsellor, and got bollocked a couple of times for being overly involved with the contestants.
"Old Arthur, who has never been on a motorbike in his life, got a real bollocking off an old dear in a blue rinse," a "Sun" reporter told me... View Article John Cassidy has been a staff writer at The New Yorker since 1995.
He was sent to several schools, including a private boarding school near the Welsh border ("a horrible hellhole"), a hippy free school ("free expression and all that bollocks") and a local south London comprehensive ("so chaotic I refused to go").
