His lice will crawl on me again if he does the old stinking chimookoman thing he does.
The mummified remains of the entire community of Ferdinand and his lice lived on, so to speak, in Naples, in the sacristy of the Basilica of San Domenico Maggiore.
One host individual (Ole) was infested with lice only once, just before the breeding season began, and had transferred all of his lice within a week; however, his lice continued to reappear in the population through the week after the breeding season.
Williams puts everything down here: his bouts with crab lice, his palpitations of the heart, his sudden fits of morbid shyness when he can't get a word out, his dependence on barbiturates and martinis.
He was a human being, searching his garment for lice, milking his sheep, and doing his own chores".
Who invaded, with camera, not only Mr. Hussein's spider-hole existence, but also his private lice check?
Most likely, people have been experiencing brain tingles throughout history—I'm picturing a filthy nomad warlord closing his eyes in pleasure as his concubine picks lice out of his hair, Catholics in the pews tingling over the measured recitation of Mass in Latin but mostly kept it to themselves and some odd, private pleasure.
Paddy Clohessy has no shoe to his foot, his mother shaves his head to keep the lice away, his eyes are red, his nose is always snotty.
We get a deservedly sympathetic portrait of Henry Ford II, who knew perfectly well what a louse his old man had been, fired the goons who had tried to kill Reuther and his brother, recognized the necessity of unions, and worked hard to accommodate their concerns.
Regardless of how often one changed his drawers, the louse ruled.
