by George (a couriers company in the United Kingdom) by golly (a Bar & Grill in Milford, Ohio) by gosh, by gum by Jove (in this case, a euphemism for the Roman god Jupiter; see the by Jove
From the eyes of a girl who mostly gets bored shopping, very unusual I know, and had no clue who Marni was until the launch, this process of heightened awareness for shopping excited the bejeezus
out of me
The more troglodytic members of the audience may also be buying fully into the hard-right understanding of Eastwood's archetypal Dirty Harry persona: as the white guy who ought to be in charge actually taking charge by killing, or at least scaring the bejeezus
out of, racial Others who are criminals.
In English her mother says, "You scared the bejeezus
out of me.
The enclosed article is entitled, "Why Feeding Your Pet Human Food Is Bad," and proceeds to try to scare the bejeezus
out of anyone who feeds their pets any food that doesn't come out of a bag or can.
Uncle Ken is busy untangling his hand-carved bass-chasing-perch-chasing-bluegill lure that is certain to scare the bejeezus
out of any muskie within casting distance (he works at the nuke plant).
Shot at his own house in his spare time, his modest vision has bloomed into a 21st-century Blair Witch Project, scaring the bejeezus
out of audiences with its deceptively simple narrative and grainy camerawork, captured by characters as they hunt for an evil spirit in their home.
Take the Field of 1000 Screams or The Boiler House attractions - guaranteed to scare the bejeezus
out of even the hardiest of teenagers (and adults).
gov/travel) so that in the comfort of your room, surrounded by loved ones, a large furry dog and a riveting episode of Inspector Morse, you can instead proceed to scare the bejeezus
out of yourself and everyone else.
The image of naked, tripping hippies scared the bejeezus
out of middle America.
We were perfectly delighted to spot two Ethiopians beating the bejeezus
out of a cow that lay in the road, exhausted.
That scares the bejeezus
out of me," says McIntyre, who writes a blog about language called You Don't Say (http://weblogs.
In these respects, a possible title for this text, capitalizing on a mixing of the sardonic and nostalgic that frequently makes itself available as a mood in retrospective writing about postwar popular-culture productions of this grim, melodramatic sort, might well have been "How On the Beach Scared the BeJeezus
Out of Us.
He can bomb the bejeezus
out of another country yet defend the rights of fertilized eggs to live a safe, normal life frozen in a petri dish.
In America, where vulgarity is the norm, it's not unusual to see a pick-up truck full of teenagers escorting their moms around suburban streets, whacking the bejeezus
out of mailboxes with a baseball bat.