A skeezed-out, creepy John Cusack plays the condemned man, while Nicole Kidman, tarted up with a peroxide fall and wearing delicious shades of sherbet pink and orange and glittering gold pants, digs hard into the part of a woman with a dangerous thing for bad men.
My husband, who himself fiddles with the radio before giving in to the urge to get up, and out, and dig into his pants pockets (another possible explanation for excess male mobility: no purses) doesn't disagree when I suggest that the full-service law is a kind of neat mandatory luxury, a treat for the too rarely taken care of.
The button of my black pants dug into my vending machine gut and my polyester work socks slid in my heeled boots as I leaned in the doorway of my boss's empty office, looking out his window.
Digging into the pocket of his pants, he pulled out twenty paise and placed it in the beggar's dirty hand.
We humans were designed to be active creatures, if not dancing to Dr. Brown's "Hot Pants," then at least walking, climbing, digging, chopping, lifting etc.
Not capri-length cargo pants that might be useful for clam digging on Long Island Sound.
He dug deeply into his pants pocket.
Once upon a time sperm donation was simply an ethical feminist-sanctioned wank: a time to dig deep into your pants and make an anonymous charitable donation.
There's a confused, old man, with dirty pants, in front of them and he's just put his little paper number on the deli counter for a second while he digs in his sticky pants pockets for a snotty hanky, or something.
A videotape of the excavation shows Mr. Smain digging in the sunbaked earth, and shows parts of a skeleton and mud-caked green track pants and a soiled white robe, a djellaba.
