As we came up, one of them bellowed to a customer, "Shut up a minute, or I'll bust you right in the mouth!" Watching all this tolerantly were two husky young men — in their early twenties, I guessed — who greeted Riccio with delight.
A little boy, sitting on his dad's shoulders with a pacifier in his mouth, watched the solemn ceremony and took off his baseball cap in respect.
I've never been to New York City, but I wanted to puke in my mouth watching the Republican National Convention's "9/11 Tribute to Fear".
I heard the words coming out of my mouth, watched them float in the air between us, blooming with buzzwords and jargon and pride and I burst into tears.
We see Kevin jumping on his parents' bed, tossing popcorn in his mouth, watching violent movies, shooting his brother's BB gun, sledding down the staircase all the things reasonable caregivers would forbid.
We see him jumping on his parents' bed, tossing popcorn in his mouth, watching violent movies, shooting his brother's BB gun, sledding down the staircase all the things reasonable caregivers would forbid.
We see Kevin jumping on his parents' bed, tossing popcorn in his mouth, watching violent movies, shooting his brother's BB gun, sledding down the staircase – all the things reasonable caregivers would forbid.
With my 12-and-a-half-year-old son, salmon hanging out of his mouth watching, I chose path B. My girl, young enough to still ask for a joint wash in my "cool shower," doesn't mind a free to be you and me party.
You see these hipsters and dipsters running around the city these days and making noise and drinking their Lokos and you just know it's because of these potty-mouth watches!
